|| Catching Feelings || AU Sanses x Reader! ||

|| Cassidy (not from fnaf >:c) ||

"As I was saying, this is Cassidy." You gestured to your new friend, who quietly waved to the other skeletons (Blue, Ink, Dream, Classic, Error, and Dust. You guys may not know, but I speak from firsthand experience- it is very difficult writing a quality story with 13 LOVE INTERESTS-). The small group of you sat on various couches and cushioned chairs. Quite comfy, actually. This house was really nice...

"Hi, I'm Cassidy.." she spoke, her voice soft and quiet. People's voices often have objects that can be used to describe them. While Blue's could be considered the vocal equivalent to an airhorn, Cassidy's was quiet. Soft, and fluffy, like a meadow. Not like ice cream, or cotton candy, but dandelions. Like soft, gentle sunshine through your blinds in the morning.

"HI CASSIDY! I HOPE WE CAN BE GOOD FRIENDS!" Blue, of course, spoke up first, his eager beam spread across his face. The only thing separating his voice from being 100% airhorn-like, was the positivity. He wasn't annoying. At all. Not to you, at least. Sure, he was a bit intense, but he was sweet, and positive. His voice was...

"I'd like to be friends too!" Dream added, interrupting your thoughts. A similar smile rested on his face, but with lesser intensity. Dream's voice was a bit like nectar. It didn't have quite the exact same oozing effect that honey or syrup did, but it kept the optimism, smoothness, and clarity. His voice was trustworthy, reassuring, and cheerful. Like nectar!

"That sounds fun!" Cassidy gave a small smile back, her almond shaped, dark brown eyes scrunching up in the process. Cassidy was pale. Not quite printer-paper pale, but more of a shade of peachy-ivory with a rosy flush that sat on her cheeks and on the tip of her nose. Her body was slim, but not tiny, nor delicate. She was actually pretty tall - taller than you, at least. She had smiling brown eyes, and dark brown hair she kept in a messy yet charming braid. A few tan freckles were spread across her cheekbones and nose, enhancing her smile along with two friendly dimples on each of her speckled cheeks. She wore a cottage-core pale, whitish-yellow dress with a leafy-green cardigan. It was a stark contrast to your fuschia knitted lazy sweater on top of jeans a few sizes too big for you.

"yeah, uh, speaking of, how'd you meet (y/n) in the first place?" Classic asked, lying comfortably in a relaxed position slumped on the couch, his arms crossed behind his head to support his skull. Classic's voice was pretty much just like him; chill. It wasn't extremely low, but it wasn't the average voice pitch. Slightly lower, it constantly sounded as if he had just woken up. Although, now that you think about it, knowing him that made a lot of sense.

"Oh, (Y/n) and I?" She turned to you, before looking back at the others with a small laugh. "We met at the bookstore, actually. We were in the same isle when I found her, and we struck up a conversation. She has lovely taste." Cassidy smiled sweetly - like a dandelion.

You couldn't help but feel your face warm at the unexpected compliment. You felt the blood quickly rush to your cheeks, and you put a hand timidly on your face. It felt as warm as a toaster. "Pfft, thanks. So do you though." You laughed, praying that your embarrassing blush would leave your face.

Cassidy joined in on your laughter, smiling at you. Dust and Error exchanged a look, before Error spoke up. "wHy aRE yOu hErE?"

Error's voice speaking that particular sentence was a bit harsh. It wasn't usually like this, although he could sound a little cruel, and annoyed at times. Error's voice was, obviously, glitchy. Even so, his tone could be pretty excitable at times. He always indulges in such quiet activities. Reading, knitting, etc. Although, the more you talked to him, the more it made you wonder. He clearly found pleasure in rushes of adrenaline. If dangerous situations make him so excited, why did he always choose such... harmless activities? You knew from first hand experience how much fun he had (your pillow fight from a good few months back). I mean, books, knitting, and scented candles aren't really something to trigger your flight or fight response...