Faint Memories {G! Sans X Reader}

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙾𝚗𝚎

It was a BRIGHT BEAUTIFUL NIGHT
The birds were sleeping,
The cactus's blooming,
On nights like these, writers like me,
ShOuLd bE WrItInG a sToRy To tElL!

'IT STARTS WITH A BANG!'

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{Narrative P.O.V}
It was a sweet damp night in a nice smug fog that had just passed, Y/N laid tiredly in her day bed in the house she was given, well, not given; Y/N had worked as hard as they possibly could to get this house. Y/N's hair was softer then a dove's feather, yet knotted beyond belief, their smooth skin, nicked and rough from working too hard. Y/N was as hot headed as they were cool, as vengeful as they were forgiving, as sad as they were happy, you might say they are balanced, but I'd say she tips the scales. They were Y/N, Y/N the soul without a full name, for they never truly knew their last name, it would change from time to time from people who adopted them as they were young, but as time goes on and the older Y/N got the less they were adopted, until no one spared this young adult living at an orphanage a glance. But of course, at the certain age of 18 they are able to go off into the world on their own, and now you can find them in the city, on their day bed, in an annoyed mood.

{Your P.O.V}

[BANG]
"OH MY LORDY HOT SAUCE SHIZZLE!"
More of my very COLORFUL vocabulary.
The loud noise snaps me out of my thoughts of myself, how do people view me anyways?
Nah I don't care,
I turn my head and whip around my room,
I was on my day bed propping myself up with my palms while laying on my stomach the loose hair clip in my pocket kept annoyingly poking me in my stomach. To my right there's a  bay window with blue butterflies on the curtains, it was faded, yet the detail of every little part of each butterfly was insanely still detailed; real antique. As well as my closet on my left, my day bed was up against the wall with a brown peach colored paint, and light brown carpet on the floor.
"What the sizzle?"I asked myself as I was rolling off my bed.
*FLOP*
And here I was face first on my carpet,
"Who the heckle was that?!"
I push my hand against the slightly rough yet warm carpet getting my self to my feet,
'What kind of loser thinks they can break into MY house?'
I thought with genuine curiosity.
I made my way to my door with the setting sun shinning through the curtains making a ragged shadow across the floor barely reaching my door,
'Beautiful'
I smiled faintly Letting the sun warm my cold face.
'NOW WHO THE FUDGIN MADE ME GET UP?!'
I pulled the door open with so much force it left a crack on the wall, 'I'll fix that later'
...
I wasn't going to fix that later.
I was in front of my door to my left there was the bathroom and a window in the hall way, in front of me was the stairs a little further to the left and a room across from it.
I crept my way to the stairs, I, Y/N, like a child went down the rail of the stairs like a slide, truth be told I always worry that I'll get splinters in my butt if I keep doing that.
'Well that was fun!'
*CLATTER*
My head snapped towards the kitchen,
Sounded like a vase clashing with metal,
A zipper to be exact.
'Who the fiddlesticks is in here?'
I looked towards the glass sliding door across from the kitchen counter, in the reflection of the glass I saw...

"CHLOE?!"
I choked out my response,
There sitting on my marble kitchen counter looking so proud with her food bowl and ripped color sat Chloe, my cat.
"I thought you were a-CAT BURGLAR!"
I held my stomach while laughing like a freakin maniac in an asylum for the mentally unstable.
"YER ADORABLE!"
I shouted completely disregarding the cracked vase. The shards of soft yellow and white, 'darn..my favorite vase' I secretly whined in my head.
'So the metal pet tag collided with the vase to make that sound eh?'
Sounds unbelievable, and I don't really believe it, BUT! I'm half asleep and distracted.
I picked up my lil fur ball brat in my arms snuggling into my sweatshirt, 'you adorable lil brat ball!'
I kissed the top of Chloe's head and sat her down on the checkered kitchen floor that looked like a chess game, I walked on the checkered floor with bare foot making me shudder from the pale and cold floor below my delicate feet.
My feet are delicate, of course I'm always running and active, but I take care of them and keep them soft and smooth; smooth feet kick ass! Heck yeah!
I go to the kitchen again, 'should I fill Chloe's food and water bowl?' I pondered, 'I'll do it later..besides, what could possibly happen?'
'But what made that noise?'

"The Irony of noise is that people scream right in front of you and all you hear is a smile."
-Undecided Girl

Here's simply a taste test of the story, like many, many stories go.