The Hell He Created (SansXReader)

Chapter 10 ~ Revelation

You sat at the old wooden table, running your fingers over the engraved roses and thorns along the edge, hidden under a homespun cloth of white and blue checkerboard. The table sat against a wall where a window let in the early morning sun, the dust in the farmhouse dancing in its bright light. You leaned to the right to see into the kitchen, and the tall woman was facing away from you, washing a mixing bowl in the sink and looking out a small window to her fields and cattle. She hummed her usual tune- an old song from the country where she was first raised.

"Would you like me to help?" You asked, looking around the doorway to the stove, which had different pots and pans stewing over the flames.

She waved a hand. "You'll do chores later in the morning, doch. I will not work you like horse, da? Children need rest, too."

You nodded to yourself and stayed occupied with the air of the room. In the corner near the kitchen doorway was a hutch filled with little figurines and music boxes, all handmade and encased in the glass cabinet. Despite the fine debris in the air, the hutch and its contents were always spotless and away from the fading effects of the morning rays.

She came in with a tray full of meats and bread and placed a dish in front of you. "Eat." She ordered, while taking a large helping of sausage and eggs for herself. You took a few slices of ham and two sausage, some grilled vegetables, and a little bowl of cut fruit. She watched with her blazing carnelian eyes as you ate and watched the sun pour gold onto the horizon.

"The winds are getting cold." She said, mostly to herself as she followed your gaze beyond the panes of glass. "We will have to herd cattle closer."

"Okay."

She looked at you, then smirked. "You have question in your eyes. I can tell."

"Well, I just haven't thought of this place in a long time." The words seemed as strange out loud as they were in your head and you blushed. "I'm.. Remembering all of this?"

"You should know why your memories of this place, of me, return to you now. I explained this magic before you went to city."

"You did?"

The woman sighed and set her mug of coffee down after a small sip. "You've already forgotten much, then. Are you not listening, doch?"

"Listening to what?"

"Don't forget."

*

You woke as the blaring light over your head flickered on and you winced at the sudden absence of darkness. The door opened and Michael rapped his knuckles on the door.

"May I come in?"

"Mnh-hmm." You spread your arms out wide to stretch and groaned as the muscles loosened and joints popped. He came in with a tray of food and a tall glass of water, as well as his usual smile.

You weren't sure why, but you enjoyed how he always smiles.

always smiled

"I brought you breakfast, since the cafeteria's closed for the sermon this morning." He brought the tray to where you sat and took a seat next to you. "We can relax for a little while, since most of the laundry was done yesterday."

You nodded and ate the oatmeal first, the gooey cereal had a taste of apples and cinnamon and was topped with the sliced fruit. You took a long swig of the water before moving to the small batch of scrambled eggs. You offered Michael a slice of toast which he took gladly, and you noticed as you finished your meal that he was staring off into space.