YOUR POV
I woke up from my makeshift bed in the dusty cellar, yawning as if I only got a few hours of sleep. In which I only got four to six, so there you go. My stepmother, Toriel as you know, had me waxing all the floors almost the entire night, so l almost fell asleep on the newly waxed floorboards. That would've been pretty bad, and Shyren and Muffet would've just picked on me even more too.
I picked myself up, and glanced at the antique grandfather clock on the other side of the room. It was currently around 6:30 AM, meaning I slept in a bit late. I still have time to make the tea for the others, feed the cat, check on my animal friends, and make breakfast! I ran upstairs as silently as I could, though I probably wouldn't wake them up anyways; Stepmother Toriel and the twins sleep on the third floor, in their own Queen sized mattresses.
   I did what was first on my mental list. Make tea! I made it quickly, but focused on the quality more, as I'm sure no one likes bitter tea. Once finished pouring it into three tea cups, I placed the small jar of sugar cubes on the tray with the cups, along with a few tea spoons. I took the silver tray and scurried upstairs, to Muffet's room first. 
   "H-hey Muffet?" I whisper. She groans.
   "What do you want Y/N?" Muffet moans tiredly. I sigh. Same old, same old.
   "I have your tea." I stutter quietly. She motions for me to come forward, in which I obey. Don't need tea being thrown on the only outfit I have currently a third time. Taking the tea cup off the tray I put in three sugar cubes, and then I mix it with a tea spoon. I hand the drink to her.
   "Here you go," I give polite smile before gathering my things up and moving onto Shyren's room.
   "Um, Shyren?" I say as I enter.  She mumbles sleepily.
   "What is it you idiot?" Shyren snaps. I frowned, though I was quite used to the insults.
   "I-I have your tea." I tell her. I walk over, and go through the process I did with Muffet's tea.
   "Thanks for actually doing something right." Shyren says with a smirk. I roll my eyes. Same as always. I gather up my things yet again and stroll over to Stepmother's room to deliver her tea.
   "Good morning Miss Toriel." I greet her as I enter. I make the tea and hand it to her.
   "Good morning Y/N-Ella. Are your morning chores almost done?" The goat woman asks. I shook my head.
   "I only just woke up before I made the tea and gave it to the twins." I admit solemnly. She sighs disapprovingly.
   "What have I told you? Get everything done at an early time, and you might have some more free time, if I don't assign you to anymore chores for the time being." Tori states, pinching the bridge of her nose. Er, snout.
   "Yes ma'am."
   "Now hurry along."
   "Yes ma'am."
   I hopped down the staircase and put the empty tray away for washing, and the sugar cubes away with the other sugars, spices, and seasonings. Next thing on the list, feed the cat. I tracked down Catty's bowl and put some left over food in it. The bowl went everywhere so I had to keep track of it, don't ask why. Now, I just need to check on my animal friends!
   I sprinted downstairs into the dark and musty basement, checking all of the mousetraps they made me put down here. As I came to the last one, a couple of my mouse and rat friends were gathered around it. It was another mouse!
   "Hold still, it'll be fine," I coo. I untrapped the poor thing ever-so-carefully, and placed him on the ground.
   "There you go little guy. What should I call you?" I ask him, as the small mouse could reply back.
   "How about Burgerpants?" I ask, seeing a couple burger crumbs on him. It nodded with a squeak, as if he was laughing at the name. It honestly was a bit of an odd name, but pretty adorable.
   "Burgerpants it is then." I giggle. I lean against the wall, trying to think.
   "What chores do I have left guys? I'm pretty sure I got everything . . ." I mumble. BP, yes I nicknamed him, and the others lightly tug on the hem of my gown.
   "Yes? What is it?" The mice carry over a mop. I groan unhappily.
   "Right. Don't worry, I'll get the bucket of water, and the soap." I sigh.