𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐄𝐒. | five x fem!reader

We Only See Each Other At Weddings And Funerals [ Pt.1 ]

YOU DO NOT KNOW why but the first thing that comes into your mind after you've woken up from your deep slumber was mint chocolate ice cream, and water perhaps. Your throat was scratchy and dry, almost as no sound of your voice can produce from your throat by the lack of liquid that wasn't present.

Few minutes later from opening your eyelids, you start you move your muscles little by little. Bringing your left hand closer to your face, you somehow felt a wave of spasm in your entire body system which causes you to immediately close your eyes and lay down your bed like a straight ruler.

I can do this!

To be said, that was an understatement. Of course, you didn't give up and tried and tried again until you somehow manage to stand on your feet. Sighing in relief, you see your old mirror near your bed walk towards it.

Step by step, your legs kinda shakes given by the fact that you did nothing but lay down your back in your bed for tenderly fifteen years. Such a pain in your ass.

A small gasp escapes you mouth.

"What the—" you couldn't even finish the words from your hoarse voice as you look, eyes wide at the reflection by the mirror. Was this...frame really is you?

Looking at your self at the mirror, you wore a pastel pink nightgown with cute little strawberry designs. And your body...it's still the same the day the River Incident had occurred.

How can this be. It didn't make sense.

Breaking your eyes away from the mirror, you look at your closed window. Foggy mists latches onto your window as the rain poured hard like no tomorrow. Not minding your outfit, you decided to take a walk out from your room. Opening the door knob, the door itself made a 'creek!' sound after pulling it. Making sure no else saw you, you quietly close it and did some spy movement things you saw from TV back when you were a kid.

[ # SOUR GRAPES ]

Arriving at the kitchen you felt a wave of nostalgia upon entering, though you didn't left house or anything, being in fifteen years of coma still made you miss your whole golden years. Even if the place was a shithole, you can't help but to love and miss the feeling of you and your siblings getting along with each other, well maybe except five.

You first look at the cabinets for something edible. After looking you finally found some bread, peanut butter and jelly.

Well, it's PB and J sandwich for breakfast I guess?

Before making the sandwich, you grab a glass of water and chugging it down to your throat. At least your throat has gotten better than earlier.

Looking at your "masterpiece" creation, you immediately devour the sandwich like your life was depending on it. You were that hungry I might say. The flavor of peanut butter and jelly bursts in your mouth so exquisitely as you moan in delight at the taste.

You couldn't get enough so you made one more, or two, or maybe three. You lost track of making many that you didn't notice Pogo walking inside the kitchen.

"Miss Y/N?"

By hearing at the sudden voice you flinch and immediately choke with your eyes wide as you pound your chest for the food that got stuck in your throat to go down your stomach.

Pogo hastily give you water. Couple of seconds later, you throw a coughing fit and finally had calm down. Another possibility that you might die, but you just woke up!?

"T-Thank you so much Pogo. I would've died out there!" You said while patting his shoulders. You were not joking.

"You are very much welcome miss Y/N. I see, your humor is still in there." Again, you weren't joking.

You look at him for a few seconds and burst out laughing. You really miss this old man...or chimpanzee. "Well, it's good to be back! Hmm, if I may ask, where's everyone?" You gaze at him with such curious eyes.

Pogo looks away and have a dejected face. "Everyone has their own careers miss Y/N. And today is your father's funeral." He utters. You stand there, didn't know what to feel. Things happens so fast. One minute you wake up and one minute later you're delivered by the message that your adoptive father is dead and your siblings are not here, in the very house you grew up together, anymore.

"Now, go along. Your siblings will gather together in the living for a meeting. If you need anything, you may go to Grace." He shoo you away.

"Oh shit, mom's alive!?"

"Go along!" With that you were thrown out of the kitchen. Walking to the living room, you particularly heard an unfamiliar man's voice.

"Will there be any refreshments? Tea? Scones? Cucumber sandwich are always the winner."

"What? No. And put that out. Dad didn't allow smoking in here." Another male's voice orders.

"Is that my skirt?" This time a rather powerful voice entered the conversation.

"Oh. Yeah, this. I found it in your room. It's little dated, I know, but it's very breathey on the bits and woah— did anyone see little Y/N here? Wow, am I that high?" The man in skirt said while looking at you and sipping his wine.

The other people in the living then laid their eyes on you, eyes wide staring directly at you. You find it a bit creepy but you somehow recognize them.

"Uhh, hey?"