Author's Note: Now before you begin reading, here's a brief rundown of how we got to this point (SPOILERS). This story goes off a few years after the True Pacifist ending where Frisk stayed in the Underground (for the most part) and Asriel turned back into Flowey (although he's more passive aggressive than aggressive now). Chara returned to the physical world after Frisk saved everyone and they both live in Toriel's house and as for everything else... well it's pretty much vanilla from there. However, Frisk does talk in this story (narrates it more specifically) and you'll find out what kind of a person he is throughout the story. I will now let you read this for yourself so, uh, enjoy! (Reviews help me out a bunch too!)
"Frisk? Oh Frisky Frisk, where are you?" Chara called out in a sing-song manner. She pranced around the kitchen, maybe hoping to catch me raiding the fridge for pie again. "Frisk, c'mon give me a sign."
"I'm over here, you dingus," I answered from my spot on the couch. Well, I was lying down so really ALL the spots on the couch. "What do you want? I'm watching TV."
Chara walked in and glared at me with her thousand-yard stare. "Frisk, you know we don't have a TV out here."
Oh. "Oh."
"Anyway, if you feel like getting off your butt, Sans and Pap called about a problem."
I sat up, wiping the crumbs off of my sweater. "What exactly was the problem?"
"Something about Undyne wrecking their house and burying it in snow. They need help shoveling it out." Chara pulled out her phone and showed me a picture. From I could make out, there's a very distressed Undyne smashing furniture and a very panicked pair of skeleton brothers. Pap looks especially terrified. "Wait, why can't Sans just do it? Doesn't he have telekinesis or something?" I asked confused.
Her eyes lit up for a second and I recognized the little twitch she had. It's like she's allergic to hearing Sans's name. "Because… he's Sans. Need I say more?"
"Fair enough, I suppose," I stood up, stretching my back. "All right, let's go."
We passed by Toriel's room and knocked, hoping that she wasn't too busy. "Goat mom," I called.
"Yes, my child, what is it?" she answered.
"Sans and Pap are kind of in a pickle, is it okay if me and Chara-"
"Chara and I," Toriel corrected me.
"Chara and I go to Snowdin and help them out?"
Barely even a second after I finished asking my question, Toriel swung her door open. Geez, it scares me every time I realize how towering she is. She scanned over the both of us, but shot me a familiar dirty look. "You, young man, are not leaving in that disgusting sweater. Go put a clean one on this instant."
Seriously, what was wrong with the sweater? It wasn't THAT dirty, but I rather prefered that I didn't fall victim to a goat's rage so I just beared with it. "Ugh, all right fine." I walked off to my room in defeat with Chara following me, giggling under her breath. I opened my closet and start digging through the pile of clothes.
"You know, hangers were invented for a reason, Frisky."
I just ignored her remark and kept sifting through the mess. "C'mon, where is it? I know it's here somewhere," I said. It was the lucky sweater I was looking for. Hopefully, it was only one without pie stains on it. Chara started walking around and looking at everything.
"Oh, this is an adorable picture of you!" she yelped, picking up one of the picture frames on my dresser. The picture was of me on my 12th birthday, I think, wearing a robe that Toriel had made for me. I think it was Mettaton that took that picture, just before Sans smashed my face into the cake. Good times, good times. "I wonder if I still have that robe," I said.
"Wow, you don't even remember if you still have probably the best present Goat Mom has ever given you? Are you sure it's not in that mountain you call clothes?"
"Haha, not funny."
"What? It's a serious question."
"Look, if you're in here, you might as well help me look for it."
"'It' is not very specific, Frisky."
I sighed in anguish. "My lucky sweater. Y'know, the one I basically saved all of the underground in? The one I wore when I essentially hugged you into existence? Ring any bells?"
"That still fits?"
"It's magic, of course it still fits."
"I don't think that's how magic works."
"Oh sure, living skeletons, giant human-like goats, and a high tech popstar robot are all okay when it comes to the limits of magic," I retorted mockingly, "But nooooo, a sweater that doesn't shrink is just going WAY too far."
I turned back to my empty closet, realizing that all of the clothes were now on the floor. "Damn. Chara, be a dear and open that first drawer, please?"
And she did just that, or at least tried to. "Ugh, it's not budging."
"Keep trying, it gets stuck sometimes."
"I suppose that's because of magic, too," she mocked me.
I pulled out the knife in her back pocket and went to work trying to pry the drawer open.
"Frisky, warn a girl, why don't ya?!"
I pointed the knife in her direction. "Listen, you're not even supposed to have this on you. How do you think Toriel is going to react when she finds out you do?"
She rolled her eyes, sighing in contempt. "Carry on."
Actually, now that I think about it, maybe the drawer was enchanted with magic. There was some "private" stuff in there, if I remember correctly. Chara would blackmail me if she ever saw what was really in there. I'm sure Mettaton and Alphys would pretty much die to hear something so scandalous. Anyway, neither of us were prepared for what happened next.
After popping open the drawer, one of the sweaters started floating up. "SCREEEEEEE!" it shrieked.
"WHAT IN THE NAME OF ASGORE IS THAT?" Chara screamed, gripping my hand with the knife in it, "KILL IT, KILL IT, KILL IT!"
Oh wait, now I remember what the magic lock was really for. The sweater fell back into the drawer, revealing a peculiar not-so blooming face. "I will end all of you!" the creature said.
"Calm down, it's just Flowey," I said, trying to soothe Chara. I can tell that didn't exactly reassure her, but I was just glad she didn't start chopping him up like a salad. "Oh hey, there's the sweater!"
I tried reaching in to grab it, but Flowey thought it would be a better idea to try and bite my damn fingers off. "Hey! You watch those teeth, mister."
"Or else what? You can't do anything to me! I'm a god!"
"Do you want to play "Loves me, Loves me not" again?" I threatened him.
Suddenly it was like all the color from his petals just disappeared. "Please, no… not again… " he quivered in fear.
"Good." I grabbed the sweater, just after making sure the little bastard didn't try anything again. I pulled off my stained sweater and tossed it away with the rest of the dirty ones. At least I think it was the dirty pile. Chara's cheeks start glowing with roses and she spun around with a twirl. "What?" I asked.
"Hey, Frisky, can you uh… "
"I think you're flirting powers are too much for her," Flowey whispered. I think he might've been referring to my physique at the time. Toriel always makes me train with Papyrus and Undyne, probably in the hopes that I don't sit around all day and eat her out of a house. I guess it was hard to tell what I really looked like underneath a giant sweater, granted I'm sure Chara was pretty imaginative of what could be under it. When I'm not busy relaxing, I feel like even a seven nation army couldn't hold me back.
"I heard that!" she cried out, still trying not to look directly at me. "Frisky, please!"
"Oh, right," I quickly pulled over my lucky sweater. Ah, it still fit like a glove; it was as if every memory I've had while wearing it just came flooding back to my mind. "All right, let's go."
"Not so fast!" Flowey tugged on my arm with one of his roots. "If you're going on an adventure, I want to be there to ruin it for you, you little shits!"
The little guy gave off bad vibes, but it's been proven time and time again that his plans always seem to backfire; even better when his plans actually work in our favor. I never saw any real harm in letting him tag along, given his… circumstances.
"Fine, but we're putting you in the pot."
"Do I have to? I think I'd much rather latch onto one of you like a parasite and suck the life out of you."
"Pot."
Grabbing the little sucker by the neck, or stem rather, I put him in the clay pot I found in the corner of my room, which was thankfully already full of soil.
"Now we can go."
We walked back out and headed downstairs to the stone doors. "Toriel, we're leaving now!" Chara announced.
"Okay, you children be safe now!"
Just before I could walk through the door, my stomach called me over to the kitchen once more. I searched through the fridge and found my leftover Glamburger, which surprisingly hadn't spoiled yet. That really makes me think about what actually goes into those burgers…
"Hurry up, Frisky. Their house isn't going to unbury itself."
If only it could. With my food rummaging coming to an end, we finally took our leave; the doors were nearly frozen completely, making our lives just a little bit harder getting them to open. Chara took Flowey so that I would try and pull the doors open, but that didn't do anything for a while besides strain my arms.
"C'mon, Frisk! Use those gains of yours!" Flowey chanted. Not that it helped the situation. I managed to break the ice, but the doors were still sealed. "There must be something I'm missing here because these doors should be open by now."
Chara pulled me back. "Uh, Frisky. I think you're doing it wrong."
"Please, solve this little problem if you really know how to." I mocked her. I had essentially believed that the doors turned into the Fort Knox of home security. It was hard trying to remember the last time the doors were actually sealed shut, given the passage was almost always open.
Without hesitation, she pushed the doors open, letting the brisky air flow into the corridor. "It's push, not pull."
I scratched my head in disbelief. "Oh. I knew that."
"Uh huh."
"Oh, shush."
"Let's go, bitches!" Flowey yelled.
And so, our trek began. The downfall of snow was much easier on us and wasn't really coming down in blankets, so we were lucky to not be trudging through 5 feet of snow like we did all those years back. I could tell Chara wasn't exactly a fan of the cold, even if she seemed like the most cold-blooded creature sometimes.
Flowey looked at me from the corners of his beady eyes. "Hey, Frisk, you seem much taller than the last time I saw you."
"People do grow over time, I'm not really sure if you were aware of that fact." I replied.
"Well, you're still not taller than Chara here. You're a little imp midget compared to her!"
Again, I just ignored him, even if it did strike a chord with me. I still find it hard to believe a little seedling like him ever tried to destroy the universe.
"It's because I'm older than him," she interjected, "Of course he's not going to be as big as I am."
"By two years!" he shouted. "Me and you are the same age and I was taller than you at some point!"
Suddenly, an idea lit up in my head! I creeped over toward a mound of snow and wrapped some of it in my hands. "Hey, Flowey, think fast!" I yelled, tossing the snowball.
"Eep!" Flowey ducked just in time, although the target that was hit started making him quiver again. Chara's face flushed with that rosy shade as the ice slowly melted off of her face. "Oh, you're on!" she answered, dropping the potted bastard to the ground.
It was all out war from that point on. She and Flowey kinda teamed up on me, even though he was basically in the middle of battlefield. I don't know how, but she got a decent fort up before I could even find a good hiding spot. Flowey managed to get a hit on my leg by pure luck, considering he was too busy cackling like a hyena.
I came under too much fire at some point and decided I could use the rest of the forest as cover. I retreated, but Chara was hot on my trail. "You can't run forever, Frisky!"
"Won't know until I try!" I sped past the trees, but I carefully followed the path around just to make sure we didn't get lost out there. I made haste and hid in group of shrubs.
She sang eerily as she tiptoed through the snow. "Frisky… come out, come out, wherever you are…" I hadn't really taken into account how close she was, so it was challenging for me not to make any sudden movements. I figured she didn't get a good enough scare at the house, so I thought of the brilliant idea of getting the drop on her. Quick thinking had to prevail with the idea that I had in mind.
I tossed a rock, which oddly enough had a smile drawn on it, over in the opposite direction to distract her. She took the bait, but she took it ever so cautiously. "I have you now." Chara said under her breath. I took the opportunity to start shoveling up some snow and began forming it into a humongous snow ball. I was more worried about whether or not I could throw the thing, let alone piece it together and make sure it stays.
As the crisp breeze blew through the bush, I shivered after feeling the snow drip off of my chilled hands. Then, I heard the pacing of some rather recognizable footsteps and instantly thought Chara didn't go after the bait and switch.
"Showtime," I hissed. Not wasting time, I rushed out, holding the mini snow boulder over my head. "Gotcha now... you… little…"
Before I could finish my sentence, I slowly rose my head to the icy behemoth that stood over me. I never peed my pants before that moment, but in that one instance I remembered there was always a first time for everything.
