Tuesday, March 29.

"MORNING DAISY!~" Michin sings, practically bursting my door open.

My eyes open slowly, as a fuzzy image of Michin floats over me. I glance at my clock, and the fuzzy outlines of the numbers 10:00 appear. Shoot, it's time for work.

"G'morning Aunt Lisa." I say, using her name for once. She doesn't mind. I slowly sit up, and realize that she is holding something.

"Wat'cha got?" I question casually. Michin smiles.

"These are for you, to where to work!" She says, tossing the object on to the bed.

"Well, I'm off! Cooking duty waits for no one!" She says, speeding into the kitchen.

I examine the objects on my bed, groaning.

It's a pair of skates.

They are the trainer ones, with four wheels. So at least I won't be stumbling around as much.

They are almost completely green. How did she know green was my color? And just my luck, the laces and the sole are my favourite color, (f/c). The laces don't extend up my leg, but I don't plan on doing tricks with them, so that's ok.

A note is attatched to the lace of the right one. It reads:

_____________________________
Better get used to these.
You have Kitchen Duty Tuesdays, Thursdays,
and Fridays!

Love, your Amazing Aunt!

(Whoops! I sound like Papyrus!)
_____________________________

I wonder who Papyrus is?

I drag myself out of bed, and into the bathroom. The shower water helps to wake me up, but staying up late last night didn't help.

After my shower, I head to the kitchen. Michin didn't cook anything this morning, so I just grab a bowl of cereal. Soon Michin heads down, taking her place at the register today.

I sit on the couch, and swiftly lace up my skates. They fit pretty well, and seem comfortable. I wobble a lot at first, but then I roll to the stairs.

The stairs.

God I am such an idiot! Why would I put on my skates before going down the stairs? What am I supposed to do?

I slowly and carefully place my foot on the top step, holding the rail with an iron grip. I make sure it isn't going to roll, and then carefully place my next foot.

Foot after foot, I make it three fourths of the way down with no problems.

"ANNA IN THE HOUSE!!!" A loud voice shouts.

"WHAT THE HELL!?!?" I scream, my wheels rolling.

My foot slips off the step, and I slide forward. The edges hit my back, but there aren't too many steps left. A second or two later, I am at the bottom, groaning in pain.

"Wwhhhyyyyyyyy..." I groan, tenderly rubbing my aching back.

Anna runs up to me, frantically apologising and helping me up.

"Sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry!!!"

"It's ok! It's ok! I'm fine!" I reply. Anna sighs, and belps me up to my unsteady feet. I stumble a bit, but she gives me a firm push to the kitchen.

I roll ungracefully through the doors, earning a high five from Michin on the way. Carson waits for me inside, to help me learn how to operate the machines.

After a little while, I am expertly cranking put delicious cinnamon bunnies, muffins, and more.

"So... Have you asked her out yet?" I ask. Connor turns red.

"N-N-Not yet..."

"Ask her!"

"But w-what if she turns me d-down?!?"

"She won't!"

"Ugh!"

"Come on..."

"Ok, O-Ok, but, I'm just waiting for the r-right moment."

"Fine, but I want to be there."

"No!"

"I'm just kidding!"

Connor grumbles.something about "My love life is none of your business" and continued his work silently.

I got the hang of the skates pretty fast, and only stumbled now and again. Once you get used to them, they did make things faster.

(Something is terribly wrong when autocorrect turns a typo in the word faster into Gaster. Is he trying to contact me? Duh DUH DUUUUUUUHHH!!!)

A bell jingles from the top of the door, and happy squeals are heard. I roll to the door, trying to find out what is going on.

Toriel, Kat, Frisk, and Flowey are back. I speed back into the kitchen, and grab Carson before coming back out.

Suddenly a furry form hugs my legs, and I look down to find a smiling Frisk. They have something in their hand, and they wave it in my face.

It is my flyer. How did that get there? It was just in my pocket! I look down, and notice an open pocket, empty. Oh. That's how they got it.

Scribbled at the bottom is a sloppy note, and looks to be written by Frisk.

_____________________________

Grillby's Performance Night!

Friday, March 31.

All acts are welcome! Top 3 winners are awarded with a free meal, no cost!

Starts at 6:00pm!

You should go! You can
meet all of my friends!

_____________________________

I give Frisk my best sympathetic look.

"Sorry kid, but I don't have any stage talents. Would you like to sit in a chair and watch me crochet for an hour?" I joke.

Frisk shakes their head, before signing something to Toriel.

"My child, Frisk says you wouldn't have to have an act to go. You could just go, and meet their friends." Toriel offers.

I smile. I would love to meet their friends. I nod my head, and hug Frisk.

"That sounds like a great idea, kid."

Then an idea occurs to me, too.

"Can I bring Anna and Carson?"

"Of course my child! We were going to invite them anyway!"

I smile, and give Frisk a thumbs up. I guess I am going now.

You know... Maybe I can preform?

An idea forms in my head, and slowly grows into a fully fledged plan.

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Sitting on my bed, my head swims with thoughts and ideas. I examine every crack and bump on the ceiling as the gears of my brain turn.

There is no way I can let people see me.

Wear a mask?

No, then people could still see my hair, ears, eyes, and all sorts of other giveaways.

I want to let people hear me preform, but what if they hate it?

No one would believe me if I said someone like me could actually sing.

Maybe, stand behind the curtain? I would have to find someone I can trust.

From what I have heard, Grillby is good at keeping secrets. They say he doesn't really talk. Only for certain people.

So maybe he could let me stay behind the curtain?

It would be pretty simple.

Tell everyone I have to use the bathroom, call my Aunt, change a tampon... Nope. Not that last one omg.

But this sounds good. Only one song, and it's a one time thing anyway, right?

I gently fall into the hands of sleep, happy with my formulated plan.

Alright, the moment you have been waiting for is approaching! The main objective of this Fanfiction is falling into place!

You are going to meet Sans soon!

Then he can hug, kiss, and be the perfect boyfriend!

Lol JK.

The road of love is a very bumpy trail. This is a SLOWBURN!!! A very REALISTIC Fanfic! Patience people!

Ya Know... I might be able to crank out another chapter today. You should be meeting Sans by tomorrow!

If you all have been paying attention to the dates, what Holiday is coming up? 😈