•°◇Life has Patience◇°• [Undertale AUs x Reader] ON HOLD

[Chapter 5]:•Professional Chefs!•

{1st person: Y/n POV}

"Wakey Wakey! I made you wafflesssss~~~"

I groan and turn over, dragging the pillow over my head.
Then an incredibly sweet smell flooded my nostrils.

I groggily uncover my head to see a plate of 2 waffles absolutely drenched in maple syrup, topped with a mountain of whipped cream bigger than the waffles themselves.

I sigh at my roommate's sad excuse of a breakfast.
"You know I don't want to lose my teeth before I turn 30."

They awkwardly giggle. "Sorry about that, I was half asleep while making it so I might have spilled a little bit.."
. . . scratched her cheek slightly.

"A little..?" I poke the soaked waffles with a fork and they sink a little, on the brink of turning into sugary mush.
I give . . . a questioning look while holding up a limp chunk of waffle on my fork.

"Welp, I'll have it then!" She reaches out to take the plate back.

"But I'm starving so I'll try not to vomit." I say then start shoveling it into my mouth.

She smiles and rolls their eyes at me as I pretend to gag at the flavor.

"You know Sans called earlier?"

I somehow start to choke.
. . . starts laughing, that turning into wheezing, hands on their hips trying to stay balanced.

They eventually cough really hard and slowly cease their giggles. "Ow" she clutches her shirt trying to calm down.

I whine and flick a bit of whipped cream at them, causing her to squeal.

I've been living with . . . for about a month now and we really clicked into place after a few days. She's a cat monster, their silky coat could change colors like a chameleon and her tail is prehensile.

. . . spends most of her free time writing fictional stories using me as the main character in them despite my disinterest in the matter.
So my nickname for them is Author'Chan as a joke.

Gosh, I read way too much wattpad..

"Oh quit gossiping about me to these people, they already know what's happening!" She rolls their eyes possibly for the 10th time today at me.

"Hey! I was doing my inner dialog you pleb!" I huff as I throw a half-assed insult at them.

Author'Chan giggles and continues what she was saying.
"So, he wanted to meet up with you later today, in about.." They glance at the numbers on their phone screen. "47 minutes, and counting downnnn."
They proclaim dramatically.

"I can get ready in less time than that!" I exclaim proudly.

"Show me then" Author'Chan smirks, crossing her arms and tapping her foot.

I rush out from under the blankets, violently tossing the dishes from breakfast into the sink. I can clearly hear the plate break.
"I'LL BUY A NEW ONE LATER!!"
I yell into the room Author'Chan was in, shaking their head dissaprovingly at my antics.