(COMPLETED) The Twist on Evil (Sister location Fnaf Fiction)

The Last Option.

Chapter 39

                 Last night all I could dream about was  what my father had said last night. I dreamt about all the things that were going to happen between us and how it would make me so happy.

I woke up this morning in a fantastic mood and I'm never in a good mood right in the morning, unless I'm able to sleep in; because that's pretty great.

When I had woke up, I realized Ivan was sleeping right beside me. I kissed him on the forehead and got out of bed, sliding my feet into my favourite and very comfortable slippers, without touching the floor. No freezing floor will bring me mood down today.

I walked down the stairs quietly, not wanting to wake anyone up. I walked into the kitchen with intentions of making breakfast for everyone. I noticed the maid had already been doing so.

"Good morning." She said with a smile as she saw me walk in."

"Good morning." I replied cheerfully.

"You're in a good mood this morning, have any special plans for today?"

I shrugged. "I don't know if I do. I just woke up in a good mood. Do you mind if I help you?"

She looked shocked. "You'd want too?"

I nodded my head enthusiastic "I enjoy cooking, I've been doing it ever since I was really young." Since my mother never use to cook for me and I always had to make food myself, but I didn't bring that up.

She smiled and nodded. "I would love some help actually. Do you mind making French toast and pancakes? While I make bacon and eggs."

"Absolutely. I'll get right on that."

She smiled. "Thank you. It means a lot."

I realized this morning that the maid had been wearing more suitable attire, she wore a beautiful flow-ey white dress, with black accents; lace trailing up the sides.

"No problem, I have done it in a while and I miss it." I confess and begin making the food. I attract my phone to a speaker and play some music, but not too loud; I wouldn't dare trying affect someone's sleep, because I know if someone did that to me, I'd be pissed off.

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I realized the maids name was Hazel and it suited her perfectly, with her hazel hair and hazel eyes. It was Hazel inception.

Hazel and I had finished making a big breakfast. We had placed it all on the table, along with utensils and plates. We set it up as sort of like a buffet, where you can grab what you want and it was also easier for us, so we didn't have to serve and make perfect portions on each plate.

And that's when people have started piling in, around 10 am. Luckily we had already finished the food and no one was left waiting for it. Everyone was getting there food, meaning Ivan and my father. I had made a plate for my mother and went to take it to her room.

I knocked on her door, if she didn't reply, I wasn't going to go in and leave it; I'd bring it to the microwave and leave it there.

"Come in." She said faintly.

I open the door slowly. She was sitting up on her bed, with her legs laid out in front of her. She was suffering, but still managed to have a smile on her face; which brought me hope, it meant she was fighting it.

"I brought you some food. Hazel and I made it." I handed it to her and she took it willingly.

"Thank you. I'm absolutely starving." She said and began eating.