The Way of the Lost - (Underfell Sans x Reader) || Discontinued

~Chapter 11~

"The present is the result of the past."

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~!Time Skip to Friday!~

*(Y/n)'s POV*

Making breakfast started out easy. You were a bit angsty when it comes to cooking things perfectly anyway. You prepare the waffle maker to the rightful temperature to make waffles.

You decide whether to change the recipe to add blueberries or chocolate chips. This is a hard choice. Maybe... blueberries. Frisk always liked them, not so much with chocolate chips. Or any chocolate. So you walk over to the fridge and get the blueberries, setting its package down next to the bowl along with the other ingredients.

Once done mixing the batter together, you add the blueberries. Stirring the batter again to evenly spread the blueberries around. You then scoop up some batter from the bowl and into the searing heat of the waffle maker then close the top and wait.

As seconds go by, you think about how to plan the wedding. A theme, kinds of dresses and suits, what food, color, etc. While thinking deeply, you didn't realize a certain burning smell invading in your nostrils. You gasp and turn around.

"Oh no," you breathe while opening the waffle maker, revealing a charred waffle. "Please have mercy on me, waffle maker!" You fork the burned waffle out and put another scoop of batter into it.

Anticipation. You concentrated hard on the timing of the waffle. It's supposed to cook for one minute long and it should be perfect. How can you miss count that? It's been 27 seconds so far.

You feel a tug on your shirt. Looking down, you see Frisk.

"Hey, Frisky, how are you?" You ask with a bright smile.

'Not much, what's up with you?' He signs with a straight face ((-_-)). "Eh, I failed to make a perfect waffle first try," You say, waving at the waffle maker.

'You've never been the best at cooking in the first place, (Y/n).'

"Hey! At least I can cook/bake (F/B/F)... and microwave the rest of the food I eat," You say, mumbling the last part while crossing your arms over your chest. He just nods and walks into the living room, probably to watch Tv.

Burning smell. "WHY?" You screech, opening the waffle maker and try all over again.

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Two more failed tries later, you grow tired of trying to make waffles.

"Why can't I pay attention? Is there something wrong with me?!" You question yourself looking at your hands, turning them over and examining them. You look towards the clock that hung near the entrance of the kitchen. Frisk appears right beside you. You scream and jump five feet into the air out of surprise.

'Yes, (Y/n), there is something very wrong with you,' Frisk signs, smugly smiling with his burn. "Oooh, why you bully me, Frisk?" You feign weakness, holding a hand to your heart. He giggles at your display.

'I'm kidding.' He puts on his straight face again. "Welp, I give up. We can go to Grillby's if you like,"

His face lights up at the name and determination shines from his eyes.

"I will take that as a yes, get ready and we can go," You command while going to your room to get ready as well.

Once both of you finish getting ready, you grab your keys and phone and walk out the door to walk to the fire monster's bar.