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[nighttimepixels]

Imagine the skelebros... running a local theater company, and hiring [you] for help!

Theater positions:

Lead Actors: Papyrus (UT Pap), Vex (UF Pap)

Makeup/costuming: Cider (US Pap), Zen (HT Sans)

Set design/construction: Red (UF Sans- building/structures), Lune (HT Pap- painting/scene dressing/props)

Tech (lights/sound): Rus (SF Pap)

Stage Manager: Sans (UT Sans)

Directors: Sable (SF Sans), Caelum (US Sans)

You’re the human that responded to the help wanted ad/job posting looking for an all around extra hand for help... and being a human was necessary. See, they aren't a huge company, and well, while they do alright- esp amongst monsters and humans who are great allies/enthusiasts, they're still hurting from a lack of 'human outreach'. Begrudgingly, and after tons of arguing, they agreed to hire a human... but just the one, on probation no less!

See, Vex (UF Pap) and Sable (SF Sans) don't trust a human with their delicately balanced machine of a company; sure, both monsters and humans audition & have roles in the plays they put on, they're not... entirely against humans as a rule. They're pretty used to them at this point, actually. But their weird, accidental, constantly-butting-heads family only keeps this company going through a lot of work and most importantly established roles- it's all too easy to see it going sideways by adding a human to their permanent crew.

Rus (SF Pap) is vaguely worried too, but mostly because he doesn't see a human choosing this as anything close to permanent. He's not keen on letting someone in to their daily lives and figuring them out just for them to disappear for bigger and better things, y’know...? Red (UF Sans) meanwhile is a bit unconvinced they need another person on the crew in general. They're all already geniuses in their own rights after all, and several of them have damn big egos that could become a struggle with a new, constant person in the mix... but he's not actually mad about it and merely tosses in his two cents before shrugging at the decision, just doubtful anything'll pay off... well, beyond the fun of a good time teasing/flirting with a new face.

Jokes on all of them, though; Sans (UT Sans), wary enough and pragmatic to boot, has already decided to give the human they hire the primary job of ticket sales, marketing, and so on, rather than something more immediately entangled with the rest of them. See, he’s the stage manager, but also takes on the role of assigning jobs and finding squeaky wheels in their operation in general.

It's technically what they needed you for the most, anyways, and besides him casually running you through the wringer on knowledge of monsters to test whether you're really an ally/good person or just a theater person desperate enough to take a sketchy job with a bunch of monsters... well, it keeps you away from the other guys on a need-to-visit basis, and keeps the wrench out of the gears, he figures.

... and of course, joke's on Sans, then, because the other guys are far too curious, no matter where they stand, to not poke their head into your broom closet of an 'office' (that has literal brooms in it. and lavalier mics. and a precarious stack of boxes above their tiny desk on a shelf with countless wigs that Sable doesn't trust to be hidden anywhere else from the rest of the guys).

In the end, it's not long until they hit crunch time in the week leading up to the next show, and you stay late, despite not needing to- it starts with bringing Red a drink as he's hanging from a ladder, updating some high set structure that Vex will monologue from; it turns to jokes and raunchy hilarity that you roll with better than he'd have thought- you end up helping steady some plywood, and offer a cheeky hand to quicken the pace with the painting portion. Cider (US Pap) had arrived to help with that- waiting to fix up the costumes after the dress line run that was happening elsewhere in the building while Red worked on the sets.

That lead to you bonding with them both, of course- and Lune isn't far behind, just arriving back from a shopping run for new set dressing, and he's beyond delighted you're here to get to know- and Caelum (US Sans) rushes in, half attempting to check off the list of to-do's, half quickly distracted by your subtle touches on the set and praising your good eye. He'd already been the one that had welcomed you the warmest and worked most frequently with you, outlining the marketing work and focusing the vision for how to sell the show to the public, and gave some great pointers over early morning coffee-

Well, the week continues, and suddenly you're involved in a heck of a lot more of the theater tech than you'd thought. You surprise Rus (SF Pap) with knowing more about spot placement than he'd have guessed, and fixing it during a dress rehearsal when he was elbows deep in trying to troubleshoot actor lav mic nonsense- Vex is shocked when you know enough about the lines/part he's playing to offer to help him run them, the perfectionist, while everyone's on lunch and you're the only one to catch him on stage, pacing and trying to perfect his motions for his Big Scene... Papyrus (UT Pap) can't help but eagerly request the same when he finds out, and you play the badly laughing damsel stand-in as they try to up the ante on their fight choreography, surreptitiously glancing to you to see your honest reactions, and seeming extremely pleased when they get a good gasp or an oo or an aww out of you.

Zen (HT Sans) has been largely in the shadows- getting a lot of work done, because he's actually the best at sewing and has a strangely perfect eye for materials and adjustments to make every costume shine on each actor- but as he's adding the finishing adjustments/hemming to a last few outfits just a couple days before opening night, you're there late too. It's an odd, peaceful quiet that falls through the theater when most everyone's gone, yet the basic stage lights are on, warming the air and catching little drifts of dust motes on stage. You're helping Rus run a last check of the sound from different parts of the audience, and Zen's sitting on the stage itself, in the light for once, seeming to want to check his handiwork in the relative peace, and under stage lights to see if he's missed anything.

In between Rus' adjustments, you strike up conversation with him... and it... actually flows, much more than you'd thought it might, from the shorter interactions you'd had previously. He's... way funnier than you'd have guessed, albeit in a darker way - and when you dare to hop back up on stage and take a peek at his handiwork- your awed praise of his flawless stitchwork and eye for story-appropriate detail soften something in that blood red eyelight of his. He tells you more as Rus appears beside you guys, mysteriously holding a bag full of Muffet's donuts - and after Zen carefully puts aside the costumes, you end up shooting the breeze and unwinding from a long, long day with two of the softer, or perhaps simply lesser spoken of the guys.

And dammit, Sable just can't argue with the results of your hard work - from pitching in to making sure the whole show worked, to your most important assigned duty of, well, getting butts in the sold-out seats! You're invited to the opening weekend cast party by Sable himself, though neither of you catch Sans watching from the wings of the stage, a thoughtful look in his eyelights.

[heyiwrotesomethings]

Hi!, I saw your requests were open, If it’s okay maybe kirari’s secret girlfriend/wife coming to the school and everyone reacting to how similar or different they are?

Not So Different

Kirari Momobami x She/Her Reader

A/N: There is something special about a character who seems nice but can actually be pretty scary. I like it. Anyway, here you go, I hope you like it! Word Count: 2,513

The student population was abuzz after the student council president, Momobami Kirari, gracefully slid out of the glossy black car she arrived in every morning, but this time, with a catch. She held her hand back out to the open car door, and to the surprise of those who cared enough to pay attention, a hand emerged to grasp it.

Another girl slid out of the leather car seat behind Kirari and even after the chauffeur closed the door and returned to his seat to drive away, the girl’s hand remained with Kirari’s as they walked towards the school gates. Though she was wearing the school’s uniform, no one recognized the girl at all. A new student perhaps? And already in the claws of the president, poor thing.

“Good morning, President!” Sayaka greeted her at the front gate as she did every morning, then with less enthusiasm and a smidge of bitterness, she greeted the other girl as well, “Good morning, (Y/n). Welcome to Hyakkaou.”

“Thank you, Sayaka. Good to see you again.” (Y/n) smiled earnestly.

Of course Sayaka seemed to know what was going on. Though Kirari had a vexing mysteriousness about her, no one was more suited, nor dedicated enough to chip her way through than Sayaka. Though even she would say she only knew the tip of the iceberg when it came to Kirari. Although she did know a lot more than the average person, including the fact that Kirari had been betrothed to (Y/n) before either of them had even been born, something about dangerous business deals and complicated Bami Clan traditions for the family head.

Until recently, it was forbidden for the arranged couple to even be seen together in public until the Honebami family had disposed of all the threats. This would be the joining of two very important and influential families after all. Many contracts and a stupid amount of money was hedging on this union.

Now with all possible usurpers and hired guns sinking to the bottom of the Mariana Trench, the couple was given more freedom to do as they pleased which Kirari promptly took advantage of by helping (Y/n) transfer to Hyakkaou.

“President, I have tea warming in the student council room should you like a cup before the morning meeting begins.”

Kirari hummed thoughtfully, tilting her head towards (Y/n), “Would you care to come for tea, my dear? At the very least it would be a good way to meet the rest of the council.”

“Sounds good to me!” Came the chipper response.

Most of the student council was already loitering about the room doing their own thing, but seeing a new face joining the President had piqued the interest of a few members.

“Ooo, who’s this, Kirari?” Runa asked around a mouthful of cherry hard candies. She had only barely glanced up before returning her eyes to the colorful screen in front of her.

“This is my fiancée, (Y/n). She will be joining us for the remainder of our last year. It would have been preferable if we could have shared more of our school days together, but such is life.”

“Better than nothing.” (Y/n) smiled, giving Kirari’s hand a quick squeeze.

“No way, fiancée?” Yumemi gasped. “When did this happen? I’ve been so out of the loop!”

“This union was predetermined by fate and the stars before we even existed.” Kirari colorfully explained, taking her seat at the front of the table, almost dragging (Y/n) down with her, but she declined to sit in Kirari’s lap. Kirari gave a low hum of disappointment.

“It was a high stakes arranged marriage.” (Y/n) corrected. “It wasn’t safe for us to be in public together until recently. For a time, the less people who knew about it, the better.”

“Oh, okay. I know a thing or two about paparazzi myself,” Yumemi flipped her hair over her shoulder, “They just gobble relationship gossip up.”

It was a little more involved than paparazzi, but neither Kirari nor (Y/n) cared enough to get into it.

“Well, it’s good to be meeting you now.” Yuriko chimed in, fidgeting a bit nervously in her seat, “Will you be joining the council?”

“Wouldn’t that be interesting.” Kirari spoke first, “Although… there aren’t any seats open, are there? Not now that I let Sumeragi in due to her father’s generous contributions. Would you give up your spot, Yuriko?”

Yuriko flinched. Why had she opened her mouth at all?! She couldn’t lose her place on the council! Her lip wobbled and she tried to speak, but fortunately, (Y/n) saved her.

“Don’t be mean, Kirari,” she gave Yuriko a reassuring look, “Don’t worry, student government isn’t my thing.”

“Oh…” Yuriko visibly relaxed in her seat, making Runa and Midari laughed.

“I’ll just come by to hang out. You guys can just pretend I’m not even here.”

“Already on it.” Kaede grumbled, clacking away at his laptop.

“Then perhaps keep your mouth closed, Manyuda. If that is truly your intent.” Kirari warned, eyeing the treasurer over the rim of her tea cup.

“Spooky, Prez!” Midari grinned, “I’ve never seen your puffy sleeves get ruffled so easily before.”

“Let’s all just simmer down.” (Y/n) took the seat between Kirari and Ririka, resting a hand on Kirari’s thigh. Kirari’s demeanor returned to normal with a single lazy blink. (Y/n) turned her attention to Ririka next.

Though Kirari had explained to her that Ririka was supposed to be the mysterious vice president until the proper time, whatever that meant, she still wanted acknowledge her soon to be sister-in-law anyway.

“Good morning.” She greeted with a quick wink.

Ririka smiled beneath her mask and gave a nod in return. Shortly after, Itsuki came running in just before the meeting was set to start. Frazzled, the girl looked for an extra chair. (Y/n) offered hers up.

“I should look around the school and find my classroom anyway.” She told Kirari, “Good luck with your schemes!”

“Schemes,” Kirari smiled, amused, “Really now?”

“Yes, schemes.” (Y/n) affirmed. She wasn’t blind to this whole house pet racket Kirari had going on, but growing up in the families that they did, she hardly batted an eye. “See you in class.”

Because of course Kirari made sure they would be in the same third year Hana class. Though Kirari would have rather her stay to help ease the boredom the meeting would surely bring, she let (Y/n) go explore.

“Are you sure you should let her just wander around? She is new…” Yuriko tentatively spoke up against her better judgment.

“Yeah, wouldn’t that be something if your girlfriend became a house pet while your back was turned?” Midari cackled and leaned back in her chair. “A nice girl like that will be sniffed out and ripped apart in no time.”

Kirari giggled resting her knuckles beneath her chin. Looking at her in just the right light, one would see a wild glint in those arctic ice eyes.

“Do you think so?” She asked.

***

“Yumeko, it was just a stupid rumor. You look like an idiot!” Mary hissed, pulling Yumeko away from the stairwell wall she was bent over, looking down for a sign of the president and her mysterious guest.

“Oh, it’s no rumor, Mary. It is one hundred percent factual that Kirari and her betrothed were recently given the green light to be in public together. It was such a big secret, that many of the family branches didn’t even know about it! Knowing Kirari, I would bet that with the restrictions lifted, she enrolled her fiancée to our school.”

“And what of it? Why do you care?” Mary crossed her arms, back stiff, annoyed that she had to follow Yumeko around all morning.

“It’s simple,” Mary swore she saw a glint of red in Yumeko’s eyes, “I want to gamble with her!”

“That’s so dumb,” Mary scoffed, but then, she reconsidered.

Actually, this could be good… If they could win a high stakes gamble against Kirari’s fiancée and make a house pet of her… that would surely get a rise out of the aloof tyrant masquerading as a student council president, right?

“You know what, count me in.”

“Yay, Mary!”

“Don’t touch me!”

“I could have sworn it was supposed to be on this floor… oh dear.”

Mary and Yumeko paused their little scuffle to stare at the girl who just passed them by. The way she checked every room placard as she walked cemented the fact that she just had to be new.

“Excuse me,” Yumeko wasted no time slipping in beside the girl, “are you lost?”

“Yes,” the girl sighed, relieved at the prospect of a helping hand, “I’m looking for the third year Hana classroom. Could you help me?”

“That’ll be easy enough,” Mary chimed in, “We’ll take you there.”

“Thank you guys so much. I’m (Y/n) by the way.”

“I’m Yumeko and this is Mary, nice to meet you!”

They shared a bit of small talk as they climbed the stairs to the third floor. When they reached the correct classroom, (Y/n) thanked them both.

“Thank you both for the escort. I’d love to give you a favor in return sometime.”

“You may be able to fill that favor in right now, actually,” Yumeko circled, finally stopping behind (Y/n) to drape her arms over her shoulders in a loose hug, “You are Kirari’s fiancée, right?”

“Yup, that’s me,” she chuckled, slipping out of Yumeko’s arms, “feels weird to get to tell people that now. Anyway, what’s the favor?”

“Mary and I want to gamble with you!”

“A gamble, with me?”

“Yes,” Mary came to stand beside Yumeko, trapping (Y/n) between them and the wall, “gambling is a big part of how this school functions. But you probably know that given whose circles you run in.” Mary tried to keep the bitterness out of her voice. Though (Y/n) seemed nice on the surface, she was still betrothed to Kirari who was by far the worst person Mary knew. (Y/n) could be just as deranged.

“Wow,” (Y/n) audibly exhaled, “an invitation already. Well, when in Rome, as the saying goes. Game of choice and stakes?”

“You’ll really do it?” Yumeko was practically foaming at the mouth, but (Y/n) didn’t bat an eye.

“Well, I have a favor to repay, don’t I?”

“Why don’t we take this to the library then.” Mary suggested.

(Y/n) soon found herself being ushered away from the classroom she had been searching for and into a library study room turned gambling den. Yumeko gave her an excited smile.

“Why don’t you pick the game, (Y/n). Then we may discuss the stakes…”

***

Sayaka had only left the student council room for a moment and already she had heard the most disturbing rumor. Jabami Yumeko, demon, Antichrist, what have you, had slithered up to (Y/n) like the snake she was and proposed a gamble!

Now, Sayaka’s feelings on (Y/n) had been… not so good in the past when she had first discovered the arrangement, but the girl had wormed her way into her heart, giving her the more direct praise and validation that Kirari was so stingy with. It also probably helped that she introduced Sayaka to her current therapist who in turn hooked Sayaka up with some really top tier medication.

Needless to say, the moment she heard (Y/n) and Yumeko’s name in the same sentence, she was bursting back into the student council room and falling over herself to tell Kirari.

“Really now?” Kirari rose from her chair, an easy smile spread across her blue stained lips. “This meeting can be picked up at a later date. I hope they haven’t started yet.”

“Are you going to stop them, President?” Sayaka asked hopefully.

“Oh Sayaka, of course not. I wish to observe.”

“Nyahahaha!” Runa laughed, “Alright, my interest is piqued too. Let’s see how the new girl holds against Yumeko.”

“Yumekooo!” Midari wailed, “I gotta see too!”

A majority of the council was curious and chose to follow Kirari and Sayaka through the halls, students parting like the Red Sea when they saw them coming. A frightening sight to behold. They sauntered into the library, found the correct study room, and crowded inside. Seating around the table, Yumeko had a crazed excitement about her, Mary was looking pale, and (Y/n) had her back to the new arrivals.

“Saotome is involved too? Oh, what a treat.” Kirari observed, “You couldn’t have found a better pair to test your gambling mettle against. Having fun, darling?”

(Y/n) slowly turned in her seat to look back at the invading council members and all but Kirari shuddered under her gaze and chilling smile. Apparently, (Y/n) was a pretty good match for Kirari after all. Though she seemed like a normal, easy-going girl on the surface, she could actually be quite vicious.

“Oh yeah, I’m having a great time. Yumeko and Mary put up quite a fight, but I think they are at the end of their rope.”

And sure enough, when the cards were cast to the table, (Y/n)’s were the highest possible combination, knocking both Mary and Yumeko’s out of the game.

“No…” Mary whispered, clenching her fists.

“We lost!” Yumeko’s heart was pounding, excited to hear exactly what it was she would be losing.

Before the game began, each girl had written down what they would make the others wager. Now was the moment of truth, what had (Y/n) forced Mary and Yumeko to wager.

“What have we lost, (Y/n), show us! I can’t wait another second!” Yumeko begged.

“Okayyyy,” (Y/n) peeled up a corner of the paper agonizingly slow and flipped it over. Mary and Yumeko leaned in to read, finding that they both owed… absolutely nothing. “There it is. You’re welcome. Try to mess with me like that again however, and I may not be so forgiving.”

Mary fell back against her chair, to emotionally exhausted to even feel relieved, while Yumeko slumped into her chair in disappointment.

“Well, it’s been nice meeting you, but I should to get ready for class. Kirari,” (Y/n) turned to face her, looking much more unassuming than she had a few moments ago, “walk with me?”

“Always, but let’s go somewhere more exciting.”

The couple exited the study room together, leaving everyone behind in various states of shock.

“This is where we differ most. You could have taken them for all they had and more. I don’t know exactly what Yumeko was hoping for beyond a gamble, but Mary surely wanted to take everything from you.” Kirari pondered as they walked.

“I just don’t see the appeal. I’d feel bad taking from people who didn’t know what they were getting themselves into.”

“Ah, but they should have known. You are my fiancée after all.”

“I guess you have a point.“ (Y/n) shrugged.

The couple made their way to the roof of the school and took off in Kirari’s private helicopter while rumors that the student council president and her fiancée were not as different as they initially seemed, spread. Not when it came to their gambling prowess anyway.