Silence Is Bittersweet (DanceTale Sans X Reader)

(4) OTP

     I dragged myself out of bed, ready for another weekend day. Hopefully Frisk would be coming early, since it was a Sunday and they had no school.

I wobble over to the closet, grabbing my uniform and some black leggings. Then I grab undies and a bra from the dresser, and head towards the bathroom.

Michin had already equipped me with toothpaste, since I hadn't had any when I arrived. I brush my teeth, and undress quickly.

The warm water of the shower washes over me, gently massaging the morning aches out of my shoulders. I go through my normal routine, shampoo, rinse, conditioner, soap, rinse.

I step out, beginning to sing a small song as I brush out my short (h/c) hair. I cut it, so that it was harder for father to pull it.

Maybe I can grow it out now!

As I change, and complete my daily bathroom tasks, I sing the little song. I know it on the guitar too, and I've been practicing singing it. It is one of my favourites.

🎤Your little brother never tells you but he loves you so.
🎤You said your mother only smiles on her TV show.
🎤Your only happy when your sorry head is filled with dope.
🎤I hope you make it to the day your twenty eight years old.
🎤your dripping like a saturated sunrise.
🎤your spillin' like an overflowing sink.
🎤Your ripped at every edge but your a master piece.
🎤And now your tearing through the pages and the ink... Mhmm

🎤Everything is blue.
🎤His pills,
🎤His hands,
🎤His jeans.
🎤And now I'm covered in the colors, pulled apart at the seems...🎤
(Colors by Halsey. Go check her out!)

I Finnish in the bathroom, and throw my dirty clothes in the laundry room. Meandering towards the kitchen, a catch Michin making breakfast.

"Want any help?"

"Oh hey Daisy! Sure! We're making French toast!"

I smile, running to the fridge to grab ingrediants. I pull out eggs, milk, and other things for the French toast.

"Hold your horses Daisy! I make my food Vegan! I am a vegan, after all."

I stop.

My crazy Aunt Michin is also a vegan?

So.

Cool.

I smile a wide, happy smile, and put the non-vegan ingredients back into the fridge. Instead I scan the shelves, looking for substitutes.

"The Almond milk is in the right door!" Michin says in a sing-song voice.

Soon the batter mix is ready, and I start dipping the bread into it. Michin watches them sizzle, expertly flipping them over.

My Aunt is so cool.

We munch on our creation, marveling at the taste of vegan food. I can't even tell! The egg substitute is amazing!

"You ready? Frisk usually comes by around noon on weekends."

"Yup! Let's go!"

The two of us head down the stairs, and soon Anna enters the cafe. Carson yells a hello from the kitchen, presumably early. Michin immediantly speeds off into the back.

Today Anna wears a black skirt, and has her long black hair pulled up into pig tails.

Carson didn't bother to gel his hair, but did arrange it so that it looks extremely nice. Is that cologne I smell? He added a little bow tie to his uniform, and black dress pants.

I walk in to greet Anna, an whisper in her ear.

"Whats up with Carson? He looks nice"

Anna smiles at me, a mischevious look in her eye.