A New Thoughtful Night (Nightmare!Sans x Reader)

Chapter 1

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I woke up early in the morning, my alarm didn't go off as well. I sat up slowly, and yawns as I stretched my muscles and sat for a moment and look into my tattered curtains. The sun was rising and I groan in agitation.

I grabbed my phone with its broken screen and checked the time

"5: 25..."

'God I woke up early today' I thought to myself

I got up slowly and took the opportunity to finally take a shower after a while, I grabbed my dirty towel, some ripped jeans and a purple hood to put over a white shirt,despite it being almost grey from dirt.

I  enter the decent looking bathroom as the bathtub was already becoming dirty- I fucking cleaned it yesterday! Those pigs..

I sigh,agitated already, but it's whatever..

I look at my reflection before taking off my small pjs, I  really need new ones but oh well..
My hair was catastrophic with knots and dirt in it with dandruff.. it's takes forever to brush it to so I do when it's wet in the shower. Other people do that to right? And my body was in the best condition other, with bruises and recent splinters and and cuts and scars  along my body. Not to mention I'm rather petite than anything. I'm 5'3 when I'm 19 years old, Christ..

I took off my 'pjs' and start running a warm bath and stepped in after a few minutes. The water felt really nice and relaxing to me,  it makes this the only time of the  day where I enjoy myself, at least for a little bit.

After 30 minutes I got out and dried myself and my hair as best possible before starting my choirs. I put the close on and brushes my wet and still tangled hair and got it tamed for now. I walk to my room grab my bag, and put my school disputed computer in it, two books, and my homework that I did late last night. I grab my phone, charger and finally head downstairs, I checked the time

"6:13.."
I can do a few things... I place my bag out side on the porch and walk to the farm to the chicken coop.

Yes, I work on farm before and after school. I can't decide  the family I was born in.

I opened the door, grabbed a bag of seeds and spreads  them as the chicken came out as they were hungry. I went in with a basket  grabbed about 10-12 eggs and left the rest of them for now. And went back and placed the eggs on the counter. I won't make eggs until they are down. Nothing's worse than cold eggs.. at least for now in my life .
I started to make pancake batter and buttering up the skillet to make them.   I started once my older brother came down with my father and younger sister.

It was silent as Paw Patrol was being heard from the living room, Diana must've turned on the tv. I started some coffee and finished the eggs and started the pancakes as well the sausages. I'm used to multitasking, it was daily for me when it comes to the farm. I finished after 20-30 minutes and gave them their food and went Diana to give her two pancakes. She smiles goofily at me and smiled in return. I ruffled her hair a bit

"Can I have syrup (Y/N)?" She asked

"I'll go see if have any." I told her honestly and she nods and so I went to fridge and look door, I found it and grabbed it and handed it to her

"Don't put too much Diana, it'll make the fluffy pancake very soggy."

"I know!" She struggled a bit to open the bottles  top but she did eventually and syrup started pouring it, she put a bit too much and she looks at me as a way to sorry. I simply smiled and take the syrup back

"Aren't you going to eat?" My brother, Jackson, asked curiously.

"No. I'm not hungry, that's all." 

There was tension between the three of us. But we all agreed on one single thing. That Diana should be kept out of all of this. No matter how much hatred was in the room. We don't tell her truth about my 'accident'.
I  kept on an icy demeanor  as I put my converses on and  left the rusting farmhouse with my bag in hand. I went to my bike and started riding to school, I do this every morning,riding my bike 32 minutes straight, almost being late every single time. I asked once if he just drive me there

'You need to keep in shape.'

I growled at my fathers answer to my question he can drive me, hell a few days where I won't Ride it wont hurt.

I got there soon enough, and I chained my bike up and enter the hell called high school.