Silence Is Bittersweet (DanceTale Sans X Reader)

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Thursday, March 31
(After work)
(Quick note. What do you want to sing at Grillby's?)

    
      My shift yesterday ended a little late, as I stayed to talk to Toriel and Frisk. No Kat that time, or Flowey. Before I went upstairs they asked me if I could come over.

Frisk wants me to meet their dad, Asgore, and see where they live. Maybe even stay for tea. Of course I said yes. Who could say no to little Frisk? They said they would pick me up on their way home from school.

It is currently 2:15, which leaves me about 15 minutes to get dressed. I can't exactly wear my uniform to a friendly meeting.

I grab a pair of silver overalls, and throw them on over an orange V-Neck shirt. To top it off, I add orange chucks that Michin gave me. Apparently she has really small feet.

(If you want a picture, scroll through the first chapter of Written in Ink. It is the same out fit.)

I grab my walkie talkie, my  I-Pod, and a package of gum, slipping them into the pockets. Then I run downstairs, and wrap up a cinnamon bunny for Frisk. Those are their favourite.

With about two minutes to spare, I swing open the doors to the cafe. After walking down the road a bit, I plop down on a bench, admiring the city lights.

I wasn't there for too long.

"Hey bitch! You mist be new, but that's our bench." A low voice says.

I turn my head, immediantly scanning the three boys walking towards me. I can't really fight them, and it would be stupid to try and insult them. Would it be better to just walk away?

I'd say the best thing to do in this situation would be to back off.

I secure my pockets, and take off from the bench. One of the guys yells, but I ignore it. They don't seem to care enough to give chase.

A few ally twists later, and I am back to the cafe. Just as I sit down, a big silver van pulls up. A few bumper stickers litter the back, saying things like "Goat Momma" and "Monster Love". I think it is safe to assume that Toriel and Frisk are inside.

I wave, and the door swings open. The door reveals a smiling Frisk, and a very pissed off Flower. He growls at me. I growl at him back, flicking him in his "forehead"

"WHY YOU LITTLE- I WILL RIP OUT YOUR SOUL AND- I CAN KILL YOU RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW- DAMN THIS FLOWER POT!!!!" Flowey screeches incoherently. I smirk at Frisk, who sends me a playful glare.

Frisk shakes a finger at flowey, and makes a sign with their hands.

"But Friiiiisssk I'm gonna go broke!" Flowey groans. Frisk makes a grabbing motion, palm up. Kind of like a "bring it on" finger curl.

Flowey groans again, before shoving his leaves in the dirt. A few seconds later, he comes up holding a one dollar bill.

Frisk reaches into her backpack, and pulls out a big jar. A note is stuck to the lid. It reads:
"Flowey's Swear Jar"

"U-Hm WHAT!?!" I say, laughing hysterically. The sarcastic weed has his own swear jar? That just seems really funny to me. Frisk also giggles silently.

Now I see why everyone loves this child.

The car ride is then on filled with cheerful banter, screeching weeds, and the occasional pun or knock knock joke.

"Knock Knock!" Toriel says.

"W-Who's there?" I manage through my laughs.

" *snrk!* Old lady!"

"O-Old lady who?"

"Oh! I did not know you could *snrk!* YODEL!"

I fell into a laughing fit, complimenting Toriel on her jokes.

"Alright wierdo's, I've got a riddle."

The whole car turns to Flowey.

"A man's wife was murdered." He begins. Of course it would be about murder. But we let the weed continue.

"The police calls his house. They say, come to the crime scene. But when he gets there, they arrest him for the murder. Why?"

We all ponder this. It is Frisk who answers first, in rapid signs that I can't even begin to understand.

"Yup. Ya got it kid."

"Uh, what's the answer?" I say.

(Last chance. Comment the answer here before I give it away.)

"They said, because they never told him where the crime scene was. How else would he know where she was murdered?"

I make a big "OH" face, like that was the obvious answer.
The car returns to banter, and I stare out the window for a bit.

Soon we arrive at a quaint one floor home. The walls are a nice theme of yellows and greys. The hall has three rooms, one for Toriel, one for her ex-husband, Asgore, one for Frisk and Flowey, and one under renovations. Hm... Strange.

The living room has a warm fireplace, and a very soft looking recliner. Next to it is a soft couch, and a table with a vase of yellow flowers.

In the kitchen there are all of the basic appliances and necessities, including a bar of chocolate in the fridge.
(I'm gonna stop here cause y'all know what the house looks like. It is a combination of the one in the ruins and the one in the castle.)

Frisk pulls on my hand, setting me on the couch, next to a conveniently placed coffee table. She runs off down the hall, stopping at the door labeled "Asgore".

She pulls him out, and has him introduce himself.

"Hello child, I am king Asgore. But please, just Asgore."

"Hi! My name is Daisy, nice to mee- WAIT KING!?"

I look around, finally processing things.

Frisk. The savior and ambassador of monsters.

Toriel. Ex-Queen of monsters.

Asgore. King of monsters.

These people are all from the paper Anna gave me, as a "hint". How could I be so oblivious? Suddenly, I was a lot more shy.

"O-Oh! S-Sorry, I spaced out. I-It is nice to meet you."

Asgore sighs, but covers it well with an airy chuckle.

"That's quite alright, and like wise, Daisy."

I am hanging with the royal family.

Over TEA.