(tw for insultive slurs and gun mentions)
Monday morning was bitter cold, a telltale sign that fall was ending soon.
You breathed out a sigh, watching the mist show up in the air as you did so. Days like these you desperately wished that you had a car, even though you knew that you couldn't even squeeze a bagel into your budget these days. (No more extravagant coffee dates with Papyrus anymore...) It'd be warm, you could listen to music as loudly as you wanted, and getting home would be a lot easier. Oh god. Why didn't you have a car?
It wasn't like you didn't know how to drive, or even that you didn't like driving. There was a parking lot right by the corner of the store so it wasn't like it was an inconvenience to get there. It was more of an inconvenience to use the subway.
Still. It sucked.
Your shoes slapped against the pavement, creating a satisfying sound. Your scarf was warmly tucked underneath your chin, and you smiled softly at the memories from it. Mom had given it to you years ago, right when you graduated. If you thought hard enough, you could still remember the smell of her perfume.
However cold it was, it wasn't gloomy. The morning sun was just beginning to rise and it illuminated the buildings around you with a soft, hazy light. The "indie" shopping district was quiet, just barely waking up from the weekend. Shop owners entered their respective stores and chit chatted amongst themselves.
You remembered being jealous of their interactions, not knowing many of them yourself. You remembered being jealous of a lot of things, socially wise.
While you weren't paying attention, someone poked you softly on the shoulder. You jumped from the surprise contact and turned around.
A girl stood there, around the same height as you. She had big, brown eyes with wild and long blonde hair. She smiled softly at you, seeming to be nervous.
"Hey," her voice was soft, "I'm sorry, did I scare you?"
You shook your head, "No, you're fine."
She laughed softly, "Alright, alright - that's good, actually. I got worried there, considering how high you jumped."
"Oh, goodness," you laughed, "It's okay."
"Anyways," she continued on, "My name is Vivian, my mother owns the boutique right next to your bookstore. You're _____, right?"
You nodded and smiled, "I am, it's nice to meet you."
"My mom thinks I need to interact more, yadda yadda," She smiled wide, "I love her, but I'm much more content with spending my time on the internet."
"Honestly, I'm the same way," you laughed along with her.
"But," Vivian paused, "I agree with her. I've heard a little about you from my mom, and you seem chill. Do you maybe, uhm, wanna go grab something to eat one day?"
You were surprised and easily taken aback from her words, taking a few seconds to respond or even really comprehend what just happened.
She moved around nervously, playing with her hands, "I mean, if you'd like to. Don't wanna go forcing myself upon random strangers."
You shook your head, "No, no. I'd love to, Vivian."
Her smile grew wide, "Oh, really? Oh my god, I was so worried asking you! I've got this really bad problem with being super anxious, so I have a hard time doing stuff like this! Ah, damn, I'm really happy I did though!"
"If you want to," you felt unsure of what to say or do, but kept on talking, "We can maybe, uhm..."
Vivian seemed to have it all covered, "If you're free, then let's go do something! If you want to and, uhm, I don't know. I feel awkward."
You stifled a laugh and smiled, "I know what you're saying, sometimes too much."
"There's a monster bakery right over there," Vivian pointed behind her, "I'm not sure what your opinions are, but I've never really met a mean one. I don't know why there's so much hate riots and shit going on the news lately."
You nodded, "Most of my friends are monsters, actually. I think they're just like us, some bad and some good though. The good seem to be the loud majority though."
"Unlike us idiots," Vivian giggled.
"I think they serve 'spider doughnuts' and 'spider cider'?" Vivian sounded a bit confused, "They look good; mom brought some home the other day. I'm a little scared if they're actual spiders in those..."
You giggled, "My coworker, Undyne, brought some in last week as well. I didn't feel very well, so I didn't eat them."
"Depression?" Vivian stated bluntly.
You looked at her, blinking.
"Oh hell," she shook her head wildly, obviously embarrassed by what she just said, "I should learn to hold my tongue sometimes, huh? Nah, sometimes I just have bad days where it's hard for me to eat - even though I'll be hungry as shit. Most of my friends deal with the same things so I get confused because I'm an idiot."
You smiled softly, "I... I deal with the same things. I just don't get hungry though, it's like my appetite has disappeared completely."
Vivian giggled, "My friend Hailey deals with the same thing."
"So, uhm, doughnuts?" you offered nervously.
"Doughnuts!" Vivian grabbed your arm hesitantly, and pulled you into the bakery.
Inside was a theme of purple, purple, and more purple if you didn't include the spiders. It was small, but most stores around the area were. It smelt like a bakery would've - just with the added smell of... Spiders? Made sense, you supposed.
"Fuhuhu," a childish giggle brought you out of your thoughts, "Welcome to Muffet's bakery, my lovelies!"
You turned towards the counter to be greeted by an arachnid-like monster. She was small and had on an outfit a young child would wear, but she seemed to hold herself confidently like a supermodel. Her hair was short, a bob almost, accompanied by a purple ribbon. (She must like purple?)
The six armed thing would've put you off guard at first, but after meeting a lot of different monsters - well, it seemed like they had their own thing. (Sans's tongue was his own thing...)
You blushed wildly, in spite of yourself. You hoped Vivian didn't notice.
"All of our dishes are not made with spiders, as that would be inhumane," Spoke the spider girl, who you assumed was Muffet, "But they taste just like they would be! I'm sure we can find something to fit both of you ladies tastebuds."
"I, uhm," you looked at the menu written in chalk at the register, "What would you recommend?"
Muffet seemed to be delighted about your question, "Anything on the menu, or everything! Whatever sounds delicious to you, my lovelies. Our spider doughnuts seem to be most popular but we have spider bread, spider cookies, spider brownies - whatever you want!"
Vivian nodded, "I'd like some spider cider with a doughnut please. I guess that's what mostly everyone gets though."
"That's true!" Muffet giggled, "But they are very delicious, they'll be up for you - hot and fresh! - in a moment. What would you like, darling?"
You realized she was talking to you, "...The same thing, I guess. We always have a next time to come here anyways!"
Muffet nodded happily at your statement.
