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Chapter 3: The Morning After

The blaring sound of my alarm clock wakes me up. Despite my unwillingness, my eyelids sleepily open as I lazily roll and reach for it and slam my fist down on the off button.

I roll back and lie down, my back against the comfortably warm bed. I stare up at the barren white ceiling and want nothing more than to fall back to sleep, but I know that I have work to do today. I groan as I push myself to sit up and feel a weight next to me on the bed and look at the spot to see a fluffy white american eskimo sat looking at me and wagging its tail slowly as my gaze meets its own.
I smile happily at the smol fluffer.
"Good morning Toby. You a good boy? You protecting me while I was sleepin?" I ask rhetorically and give him some head scratches. Obviously he's a good boy
. He sticks his tongue out and leans into my touch, tail now wagging excitedly. I chuckle slightly and boop his snout.
"I gotta go have a shower buddy, downstairs okay?" I tell him. His tail stops wagging and his mouth closes as he looks at me pleadingly. I internally sigh at his cuteness.
"Go on Toby, downstairs." I say, this time more forcefully. He reluctantly stands up and slides off the bed, then walks slowly out the room. I shake my head with the small smile and roll my eyes at the lazy boy, then frown slightly now that he's gone but I shake off the sad feeling.
I fling the covers off and hop out of bed, quickly grabbing the covers and tucking the edges under the mattress, making it look neat. I walk towards my closet and grab a couple of clothes to wear for the day, chucking them lazily on the now made bed and grabbing two towels from the drawers at the bottom of the closet.
I push open the door that connects my bedroom to my bathroom, leaving it slightly ajar to allow me to hear anyone that might call me. I switch on the light with my elbow and plop the towels on the lowered toilet lid to my right. I quickly scan the room and enjoy the fact that the light aqua painted walls always gives this room a bright atmosphere. I slide the shower curtain to the left and switch on the shower, allowing it to warm up before I step in. I pull off my pajamas and underwear, chucking them on the floor carelessly before standing in the tub and pull across the pristine white shower curtain to stop anymore drops of water to litter the ground.
I stand in the bath and front of the shower head, shutting my eyes while raising my head back slightly, allowing the water flow over my body for a couple of minutes. It goes down my back, across my arms, trails down my legs and pools a little at my feet before swirling into the drain. I take a breath and hold it for a second, allowing the air pressure to form in my chest, then release it and feel my muscles loosen up. I then do my business of cleaning myself; shampoo, conditioner, body wash (maybe some holy water). All the usual stuff.
It's very steamy when I leave the bathroom, from the shift of warm to cold air and my arms are trailed with goosebumps from the change in temperature. I sit on my bed for a second, resisting the urge to flop down onto the bed and fall asleep. Before I can follow my lazy urges, I quickly dry myself off and put on my clothes consisting of a grey tank top, light blue flannel with white stripes and a pair of black leggings with back pockets. One of my favourite things about this outfit is the pockets, I always feel happy whenever something has pockets. I then use a blow dryer from my bedside drawer to dry off my hair, using a brush from the same drawer to help dry and unknot it. I tie it into a low ponytail, it being the quickest and laziest thing to do.
I stand and grab the dirty towels and my pajamas from the floor, folding them neatly into a pile onto the bed and looking around my room to see if I forgot anything. "Ah, woops." I say aloud as I realize I didn't turn off my keyboard yesterday. I quickly press the off button then grab the folded clothes before kicking my door lightly to slip through.
I walk down the small corridor and peek over the balcony as I'm walking to see my father with is head in his arms, passed out on the dining room table. He got home after us so I'm not surprised, he must be absolutely knackered. I quickly make my way downstairs into the kitchen and place the dirty laundry on top of the washing machine. I open one of the acacia cupboards and grab out three mugs, placing them on the marble side. I grab the kettle and have to sheild my eyes slightly from the natural light pouring out of the window above the sink. It's a bit bright this morning, but it seems spring wants to bless us with a warm sun today.
After filling the kettle, I place it on to boil and put two tea bags into to of the cups, and coffee into the other. I notice Toby comes up to the kitchen door frame and stares at me hopefully, thinking I'm preparing food. I chuckle slightly at his antics and open the back door to allow him to do his business. Once he hears the opening of the door, he races out the back and is instantly gone from sight. I shut the door once more and grab the milk from the fridge, placing it on the same side as the mugs and kettle as it finishes boiling. After finishing all three drinks, I grab and place the two mugs full of tea on the dining room table, putting one in front of Dad and the other opposite him.
"Chara! If you don't hurry up you will miss the bus!" I shout up, hoping he hadn't forgotton that he too, had work today, despite me telling him multiple times yesterday of the fact.
"Yep! I'm moving!" He shouts back and I can see him buttoning up the bottom of his light green polo shirt as he's walking downstairs. I roll my eyes and walk back into the kitchen to let Toby back in.
"Thanks for the cuppa." Chara says gratefully, and I can hear him take a sip and place his mug back on the table. I shut the back door as Toby bolts through the kitchen and jumps up at Chara, saying good morning by desperately trying to lick his face. I laugh slightly after grabbing my coffee and leaning on the kitchen door frame, seeing Chara laying on the floor being showered in dog kisses. He's smiling and failing at trying to get Toby off of him.
"Toby- Ahh!" Toby licks him right in the ear, making him flinch slightly as it's a sensitive area. I almost spit out my coffee at the scene, instead I just cough and hack for a second before laughing at him. I can hear Dad laughing at him too and turn my head slightly to see him with his right hand holding his head, and left hand holding the tea I just made to his smiling lips.
"How late did you get home yesterday?" I ask him and beckon Toby over to allow Chara to stand up. Dad hums unknowingly into his drink.
"Uh, I don't know. Maybe two?" He says in a questioning tone. I share a look with Chara as he stands up.
"You know you're not going to work today then right?" I say with raised eyebrows as push myself off the door frame and walk towards the table. Dad glances at me and puts his mug on the table.
"I have to. You two are doing your volunteering work today, meaning I'm the only family member available to come in." He explains plainly. Despite the fact I already knew that, I shake my head and put my mug on the table.
"Come on Dad," I say, a sympathetic smile on my lips as I speak. "You went to that deal and came back at 2 in the morning, and if you tell me you're not the littlest bit injured, I am going to slap you." He grumbles slightly and takes another sip of his tea.
"You know Mike is perfectly capable of taking over for the day, and Fox will let me know if anything goes wrong." I say, putting both hands on the black wooden dining room table. He sighs and nods.
"Fine, I'll take the day off Y/n." he says reluctantly.
"Good. I'll let Mike or Fox know you're taking today and tomorrow off later then." I say happily and sit down at the table. Dad looks at me, but decides not to say anything about my sentence. Chara had already sat down at the table and was reading the newspaper while sipping his tea. I read the front cover and my brain clicks.
"Oh! That's where I've seen her!" I say, pointing at the newspaper cover, glad that I finally remember. Chara and Dad look at me with slightly confused expressions.
"Who?" They ask in unison.
"Frisk! She was the missing girl that I saw some fliers around a couple of weeks ago. I thought I was having deja-vu at the party yesterday." I explain. Chara nods in understanding while my father still looks confused. I acknowledge this and quickly explain what happened last night.