I am not cute (UF! Bitty Sans x reader)

chapter thirty Six - Impossible

WHAD'UP EVERYBODY!?!?

Have nothing really to say expect that my sleeping schedule is completely out of order XD! 

AAAAAAAAAAAAND TODAYS QUESTION IS!!! If you could choose what was written on your grave! What would it be? ('I have finally gotten the best sleep ever, one were you don't have to wake up!' yeah, I know, a little dark. BUT HEY, WE HAVE A NEW CHAPTER!)

-(Y/n) P.O.V

It has been three days since I got sick, and I am getting better every second! Edgy, Clover and Cherry did everything they could to cure me faster from my cold, believing that I still would die, no matter how much I assured them. Though... they couldn't really do that much because of their size, but they're trying. That's what counts, right?

In my opinion, I was already perfectly healthy at the moment and could go back to work tomorrow morning! But Edgy and Cherry kept being worry warts and made me stay at home one extra day just to be sure. So I guess no work tomorrow!

At the moment I was in my bed, watching movies on Netflix from my computer screen. Edgy was on the night stand behind me, chewing on the pencils that were present to him, I gave up on telling him to stop after the 5th time saying it. Cherry was on top of my head staring at the screen, his ribcage/stomach was resting against my head, his fist were bawled up around the strings of my hair, to prevent him from falling off. And lastly, Clover was next to me, calmly reading a book.

I heard rattling and grunts from outside, a couple of curses mixed into the noise. I felt a chill going down my spine. I looked at the time and noticed that it was already seven in the evening, far to late for someone to visit.

I started to ask my self questions. 'who is at the door? Why are they at the door? There is no reason for someone to be at my door. WHAT IF IT'S A ROBBER!? But maybe it's just a kid being stupid?'

I did not have many guesses but I let my brain come to the conclusion that it could be a robber. Better be paranoid than sorry, right?

I quickly reached under my bed and grabbed the black hockey stick that was next to a pair of ice skates. I am so glad I forgot to store my Christmas gear in the attic and left it in my room under the bed.

I put my phone into the pocket of my black hoodie, I made sure that I could call the police number with only one click if necessarily.

I took my black hood and pulled it over my head. I Grabbed the three nervous looking bitty's and placed them inside my hood so I would not need to search for them if needed.

I tightened my grip on the hockey stick and left my room. The noise from the outside started to get louder. For some weird reason, the hallway light flickered, only making the situation seem even more scary.

I decided to get some speed and than slide to the other side of the hallway, making me surprisingly fast and silent. I opened the door to the living room and left it open, could not risk the noise that it may cause from closing.

The light in the room was still turned on. Luckily, I had no windows in said room, so, without any risk, I turned off the lights. 

I went to the door and went to the opposite side from the hinges. I held up the hockey stick and waited for the person on the other side to do something.