(Y/N) reached the kitchen, and as expected, everything was just like she remembered, yet the voice in the back of her mind refused to settle down and accept what she's witnessing.
—"Feelin' better now?"— your father glances at you, his gaze a tag apologetic. —"Sorry if I interrupted your playtime with Dexter, but you know how dramatic and picky he gets when his food stays in the bowl for too long."—
—"Uh... Yeah true, I forgot..."— you scratch the back of your head as you carefully watch the dog happily trot towards his food.
—"Why don't you take a seat, kitten? Your food is still warm."— he casually points out.
Kitten.
That nickname her father had given her as far as she could remember, hearing it again made her heart squeeze a bit with emotion and grief. She wanted to refuse, refuse to believe this is real, yet this place somehow managed to tug the most sensitive threads of hers to make her believe otherwise, that this is the true reality...
She swallows a lump on her throat and makes her way to her seat, ones settled down she looks at her food, everything was in order.
She gives her dad quick glance but says nothing as she hold her fork and takes a chunk of the warm pancakes soaked in syrup and was about to take a bite, but suddenly stops mid action.
—"Where's mom by the way? Won't she eat with us?"— you suddenly asked.
(Y/N) couldn't brush the feeling of dread and alert off her, so she decided to make some tricky questions to officially discover if something is wrong or she is the one going coconuts. By observing her surroundings, she figured out she woke up when she just turned 16, period when everything was okay and they were a average loving family with a great future, before her father got sick and her mother revealed to be a selfish and unfaithful jerk.
The man slightly stiffened at her question, clearly being caught off guard.
—"She..."— he seems to think. —"I dunno kitten, she was supposed to finish her shift already..."—
—"Day Shift or Night Shift?"— you ask again.
—"I dunno, I'm not the one to memorize her schedule."— he shrugs.
(Y/N) furrows her brows a bit, something fishy is going on here. Her father should know which shift her mother has, after all they sleep together! And at that time they had no issues with their relationship.
—"Why the sudden questionary by the way?"— the man suddenly asks.
—"Oh just... Making sure everything is in order. It's just in my 'dream' everything was going well and then suddenly turned weird, so I'm just making sure it's not the case again."— you casually say, your excuse awful but it seemed to do the trick, kinda.
Her dad just hums and they fall into silence, (Y/N) still not touching her food which seemed to bother the man a bit.
—"Aren't you hungry (Y/N)?"—
—"Mmm... Not really."— you admit, eyeing him subtly.
—"Come on kitten, give it a try. Do that for me, do you know how much care I've put into these?"— he glances at you over your shoulder.
—"Yeah I can tell... So... What's your secret to make the pancakes so perfect?"—
The man let out a long tired sigh, a major red flag! Her father would talk for hours about his recipes and cooking methods, and would always encourage her to try them out and cook with him to learn!
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Uncontrolled (Slashers x Reader)
Fanfiction(Y/N) (L/N), a 22 y/o girl who has her life more or less figured out. She works as an illustrator, lives alone in a apartment in Manhattan with her cat... Y'know, a pretty average life. But despite such normality, her life was about to change in a...
