A World I Know (AU Sans)

Chapter Four

Nightmare excused you, his performance leaving you, well, just confused. There were some interesting characters here and you hadn't even met them all yet. Horror was waiting outside of the door for you and opened it when he heard you struggling to push it open. 

"Why are these doors so heavy?" 

You asked him while taking a few deep breaths. He just shrugged at you. 

"Where is the kitchen?"

He seemed to spark up at the word and started walking back down the hallway. This time, you went in the opposite direction of the dungeon. The carpet stretched on while the two of you walked, you glanced around at the paintings, some torn and some sewn with red string. The building was very dusty and looked quite old but some characteristics made you believe people lived here. Like a sock that looked to be cemented to the floor. You laughed, as you too never liked to pick up your socks. 

The hallway ended and fanned out into a circular room, three doors across from you. Horror walked down the middle one, so you followed but you couldn't help but wonder what was down the other two. This door had led you into what looked like a living room, the TV was on but you couldn't see anyone occupying the space. The couches were all mismatched and worn, them and the TV being the only things out of place in the fancy room. The chandelier above was silver, but the candles weren't lit. There was another sock hanging from it. You laughed at it.

He continued, walking you through a long dining room, the table looked like it had about 15 chairs on both sides. Your feet were starting to hurt. 

You finally arrived at the kitchen, and you nearly dropped dead. There was flour, egg shells, some weird green substance, and other cooking ingredients flung everywhere. Your eyes fell on the culprit who was sturring a mixing bowl, arguing with the skeleton in a crop top from earlier. The one with the mixing bowl was the one with the gold tooth who blew smoke at you, but his jacket was gone. Instead, he was wearing a red turtle neck. Both heads turned to you and stopped arguing, out of the corner of your eye you could see horror licking something off the counter. 

The one in the crop top scoffed and turned towards you.

"Really? Not only have you made such an idiotic, stupid, and pointless mess but you have a human come to clean it up? Of course, because you are so lazy you cannot seem to do anything right." He fumed and you felt offended. He was rude. 

"Where is the cleaning stuff."

You asked ignoring his comments and the one mixing the bowl just turned around, somehow sturring even harder. 

His scowl seemed to get even worse, if he wasn't a skeleton you were sure he'd have wrinkles between his brows. 

"Bottom cabinet on the left. Do a good job or I assure you, you will bleed." 

He waltzed out of the room with his head high, the heels of his stripper boots clacking on the tiles. He looked so silly. You giggled to yourself before walking over to the bottom cabinet, pulling it open, and taking out what you deemed necessary.

You made quick work of the mess, the skeleton had moved on from sturring and was now having a smoke while he waited for whatever he was making to come out of the oven. You glance at the timer, 32 minutes left. He kept staring at you, and you were starting to get a little annoyed feeling him stare into the back of your head, your hair probably looked crazy, you hadn't had a shower in about 4 days. You sighed. You've gone longer. 

With a grunt, you gave up on your rough scrubbing on the cabinets trying to get the sludge off of them, and turned to him. He looked away just as fast as you turned, blowing his cloud of smoke towards the wall. You stood up, and took your gloves off, your hands feeling dry from all the chemicals.