You ended up sleeping through the rest of the day.

You woke up long after the sun had gone down, with your mouth feeling like the literal desert. The water bottle on your nightstand was empty, and you groaned internally at the realization that he was going to have to get up to fill it.

You crept down as silently as you could, listening just in case you heard footsteps either above or below you.

The kitchen light was off, and the stove clock told you it was nearly two am. Great. Your sleep schedule was fucked up now. At least the kitchen was empty.

Grumbling under your breath about how this was going to make your shifts hell if you couldn’t get your sleeping back on track, you set your cup down on the counter and opened the fridge to take out the water pitcher.

When you closed the fridge, you nearly screamed when you closed it to find Techno standing on the other side.

“Jesus christ!” You yelped, clutching a hand to your chest. “Give mans a fucking heart attack, why don’t you?”

“Oh, uh, sorry ‘bout that,” Techno apologized, taking a step back. “I thought you were Tubbo or Ranboo.”

It was still weird for you to remember that the Soot’s knew Tubbo and Ranboo now. You hadn’t actually seen any of them interact, but they’d been staying at the house since they all rescued you. You wondered if they were all awkwardly formal with one another, or if they were actually becoming friends. You always thought that Ranboo and Techno especially would get along, and despite the shitfest that was your relationship with the Soot’s right now, you couldn’t help but hope there was some kind of friendship there.

“No, it’s just me,” You replied, turning around to pour the water into your cup.

“I see that,” Techno said flatly. God, you gotten used to Techno being less awkward around you over your past month staying at the house, so it was strange to see Techno be so unsure now. “Are you, um, feeling any better?”