Our First (Human) Birthday
Chapter 1.
This fic was requested by AnimalHumanFriend and I am trying to get back into the swing of thing.
Now, this is going to be disconnected from my previous fanon chronology of fics as I have been trying to move onto new chronologies (also, this is being done as a request from another user). Given how different it is, you may as well consider this story to be in a vacuum.
Frisk was sound asleep as the sun rose on a new day, a Saturday, meaning there was no school and no rush to wake up immediately. However, across the room from him, his adoptive brother, Asriel had woken up early, for a very important reason.
As quietly as he could manage, Asriel pulled something out from underneath his pillow, something wrapped in colorful paper, and shuffled over to Frisk's bed.
"Frisk," the goat child called softly, "Frisk, time to wake up."
When Frisk did not respond, Asriel reached out and poked the human boy on the side of his face, "Come on," he prodded, "I know you can hear me." Then, when that did not work, the goat boy decided to try waking Frisk the same way the human child would wake him when he want him up now. Asriel climbed on to the foot of Frisk's bed and began to bounce up and down on his knees, "Wake up, wake up, come on, wake up!" he called repeatedly.
Finally, Frisk stirred, he opened his eyes and yawned, before sitting up in bed and asking, "Did something happen?"
"What?" Asriel responded, "No, what would you think that?"
"Because, you never wake me up like this." the human boy stated.
"I know," his goat friend and brother said, "but, I did it only because you usually wake me up like that on important days."
Asriel then held out the wrapped item.
"Ta da," he announced, "happy birthday, Frisk!"
Frisk took his gift, from the wrapping job he could tell Asriel had wrapped it himself.
"Oh, yeah," Frisk affirmed, "that's today."
"Go ahead," Asriel urged, "open it now."
Frisk tore the craft paper to reveal a clearly handmade gift, at least a dozen popsicle sticks melded together with something, a slab of children's modeling clay covering the front, a bunch of small colorful candies smooshed into the clay, some in a very specific pattern.
"It's you," Asriel explained, "well, it's supposed to be, I made a frame out of popsicle sticks, I used the modeling clay for the "canvas", and I used little candies to make the picture of you. Of course, it definitely looked better in my head."
"Well, I like it," Frisk attested, "it certainly looks better than the one I made for you."
He then turned the gift on its side with a curious look.
"But," he asked, "what is this in between the popsicle sticks?"
"Oh, he he," Asriel said meekly, "well, we were out of glue, so...to go with the candy theme...I used gum to hold it together."
"Chewed gum?" Frisk responded awkwardly.
"I disinfected it." the goat boy promptly assured him.
He then received a hug from the human boy, who he of course hugged back.
Chapters will get longer, I am just trying to tread lightly right out of the gate.