Until Dawn One Shots

Chris X Ashley: It's A Girl

Requested by angelicfangirl44 !

Ashley had woken up decently early on this normal Saturday. She seemed so awake, and energized when she woke up this morning. Jumping out of bed, and everything. Easily said to be ready for the day ahead. Yet, she seemed anxious.

But, on the other hand, Chris had took advantage of the opportunity to sleep in, and rest. All he had really hoped for was a chance to sleep in, and regain lost energy for the past few days, which he rightfully deserves. Long week bombarded with work, and running around each day. Extra hours. All that. Seriously, let the poor guy sleep!

As for Ashley, she was unemployed at the moment. Still absorbing new information from colleges about writing novels, and being an author. That's what she had aspired to be ever since she was a young girl. She's smart. Always had a grand average of A's, and A+'s. This is her chance to conquer that dream, and make it a reality.

But, focusing on the present. Her waking up early, and all. She kept to productivity, and assigned herself some tasks. The one she was focusing on most was really preparing breakfast before Chris had woken up.

She entered the kitchen, her soft, fuzzy socks gliding across the wooden floor carelessly as she had yawned.

Ashley prioritized gathering all needed materials as her first quest, which helps the rest of the process greatly. She wanted something simple, yet something that will end her craving of a traditional breakfast food, when she usually would just have something minimal in size, and isn't consider the usual stuff seen for this meal.

She went right affront the refrigerator door as her right hand delicately gripped the handle. She opens it, viewing the variety of groceries laid out neatly on each shelf.

Eggs. Vegetables. Cheese. Water, and other drinks. Meats. A lot.

'What to make,' she pondered within her mind as her eyes scanned each of the items.

With the different foods that she had currently packed in there, only one thing she desired made sense, seeming to stick in her recent thoughts.

Making a fresh, vegetable omelette.

She collected the eggs, the numerous vegetables, and the bit of cheese for extra flavor. She took the ingredients over to the counter, setting them down gently as they spread apart.

She then retreats to a cabinet that contains a bowl, whiz she would use for cracking the eggs, and a skillet as well for holding the final product.

She sits the skillet on the stove, and the bowl beside her ingredients as she begins preparation.

For her first, she grabs a single egg, bringing it above the bowl, and cracking the egg on its edge, allowing the yolk to pour inside. She repeats the same process, but with a abnormal surprise comes with it. Let's good, more bad.

She felt a strong cramp form in the pit of her stomach, as an agonizing pain fulfills her entirely. She pulls her hand away from her project, as she rests her hands above it, rubbing it gently as she cringed.

"What?" She croaked with shock as a frown coats her chapped lips.

The pain had luckily subsided as it ended awkwardly after it had begun. It left her with an uneasy feeling, as well as perplexity, leaving her dumbfounded. What really just happened?