I sat silently in bed with a cup of hot tea in my hands, the warmth seeping through the mug and warming my palms. I feel absolutely mortified, not only did I make a scene, but then after I fainted, Chess had to carry both Stella and I home...in front of everyone! Could things get any worse? I lean over and vomit for the fourth time into the trash can by the bed, another glowing mess. Oh yeah, things can get so much worse.
There's a quiet knock at the door.
"Come in..." I croak, my throat horse from puking. The door creaks open and Serif slides in, shutting the door behind him. He sits on the edge of my bed, causing it to dip slightly. He gently runs his fingers through my messy hair, but leaves enough space between us so I could still reach the trash can if necessary.
He glances into the trash can and grimaced.
"Sugar, if your not up for another trip, we can stay home, it might be for the best right now. At least until whatever...upset your stomach...calms down."
"Do you know what it is yet?" I ask quietly, maybe if we can figure out what's making me so sick, we'll know how to treat it. Serif sighs and shakes his head.
"No, not yet, were still running a few tests." I shove him out of the way so I can vomit again, I groan and a few tears slip down my cheeks. How much longer do I have to suffer like this? Serif pulls the barf - encrusted hair out of my face and rubs my back along my spine.
"I think you need to stay home, we can visit another time." I ignore his comments, I will not be deterred from meeting new family. I hoist myself out of the blankets and struggle to my feet.
"Maybe fresh air is exactly what I need right now!" I respond lightly, trying to pull up the dampened mood.
"Please, Serif, meeting them means the world to me." I beg, Serifs hard gaze finally melts away as he drags a hand down his face.
"Meet me down stairs in five minutes...their so going to murder me after this..." I bounce gleefully from the room and speed down the stairs after cleaning up. I snag a plastic bag from the kitchen to just in case I get sick and wait on the couch. Oh, here comes the nausea again, I wonder if it's too late to back out? Yep, definitely too late, here comes Serif, why is he bringing the baby? That did really pan out to well for Chess last time, I'd hate to put Serif in the same position.
Serif lazily throws his hand through the air and a rift opens.
"If we do this, we don't stay long, agreed?" He's already pushing it by taking me in the first place, let alone the baby, I can agree to this one simple term.
"Okayy..." a hint of a smile tugs at his mouth as we walk through the portal together.
...
Strange, this place is also called Snowdin and has the exact same layout as the last town. Could they be neighbors or something? Things only get stranger when we reach the house. It's decorated with the same green and red Christmas lights as before...interesting. my jaw dropped when we went in the house and everyone and I mean everyone looked exactly the same as last time, except their sense of style has changed.
Last time everyone was dressed in semi formal wear, but now they all seem to be wearing something a little more comfortable. I wonder if they talk like their...doubles, too. I decide that Papyrus is my best bet.
"Hello, I'm y/ n, and-" Papyrus whips around with a rose between his teeth.
"GREETINGS MY LADY, WOULD YOU CARE TO DANCE?" Before I could answer, Papyrus presses a button on a small stereo in the corner of the room. The house instantly fills with music, drawing everyone to the living room, each bringing a different type of dance. Toriel waltzed gracefully while watching Frisk preform a wobbly ballet with Papyrus as he does his own intense latin shuffle. Undyne and Alphys play their own song in a corner, sounds a bit like J-pop or K-pop with a capoeira twist.
But my eyes are soon drawn to Mettaton who steals the show by dancing to a fast paced Jazzy tune, while somehow using Blooky as a dance partner. I wonder if it's too late to work on my own dancing skills. I feel a light tap on my shoulder, I twist around to find Serif holding his hand out to me with his face showing confidence though still wrapped in a faint blush.
"Care to dance?" He's sweating slightly, must've started without me but stopped when he saw me standing alone. I smile and take up his offer, joining him in the center of the wonderful madness. He jumps right in with some freestyle hip hop, I do my best to follow his rythm, but try to do my own thing instead as his routine starts to get a bit to complicated for my own liking. We dance to song after song, smoothly changing pace along with each new song.
But soon everyone is tuckered out and exhausted, to tired to dance through another song. As everything slows down one more, and Papryus goes back to finishing dinner, I am slapped in the face with such a strong wave of nausea that I don't have time to explain to Serif what's wrong before racing off in the direction of the front door. I buster out into the cold winter air and hurtle over to the side of the house where I once again, toss my cookies. Bony hands pull the hair from my face as I puke a second time, I probably should have thought twice before doing all that dancing.
"I think is time we head home." Serif sooths, helping me back to my feet. Just before I agree to say our goodbyes and head home, I catch a whiff of something amazing. The smell makes my mouth water and my stomach growl, reminding me that I haven't properly eaten since yesterday.
"Can we at least stay for dinner? I'm starving!" Serif raises a brow at me, he looks unconvinced.
"Starving?" He repeats, a look of disbelief hinting on his face. I groan and drag him by his sleeve back into the house, it smells amazing in here!
"THE SPAGHETTI IS COMPLETE!" Papyrus calls from the kitchen, we all end up in various places around the house, each with a bowl of steaming hot spaghetti. Serif and I lean against the counter, talking and joking casually as we enjoy our spaghetti. Keeping a close eye on Frisk as they play with the baby on the tiled kitchen floor. I look down into my bowl, suddenly craving something else.
"Do you guys have any relish or mayonnaise?" I ask suddenly, catching Serif off guard, he shrugs and walks over to the fridge, opening it.
"Yeah, both, why?"
"I wanna mix them into my spaghetti, I don't know...it just sounds really good right now." He looks at me curiously, squinting, he passes both condiments to me silently. He watches as I squirt a hearty amount of each into my bowl and stir it around. I twirl my fork in the mess and take a bite. Perfect. I catch Serif still staring at me out of the corner of my eye.
"What?"
"You humans do the weirdest things sometimes..." I laugh, well I can't deny that. We can get pretty weird pretty fast. As I finish up my meal, I let Serif take my empty bowl to clean as I say my goodbyes to the rest of the household.
"You ready to go?" Serif asks, walking up behind me, placing a hand around my hip. The other holding on tightly to Stellas carrier while she sleeps. I smile and nod. I wave once more to the group of monsters before leaving with Serif, heading back home through another rift in space and time. As soon as we walk through the portal, we are both greeted by a group of pissed off skeletons, oh no, I know where this is going.
"Before anyone says anything, I forced him to take me. I wanted to go, so-" my stomach gurgles and promptly sends back up my entire dinner, splattering it all over the floor in a glowing multicolored mess. Serif reaches me first.
"Sugar?!"
"I'm fine, by the way do we have any pickles or whipped cream?" Serif face palms himself, sighing in defeat.
"What?"