Frisk sat in her chair at the skeleton brothers' table, along with Undyne, Alphys, Toriel, and Mettaton. It was bingo night, and she was winning. As it became her turn, Mettaton called the number, and she placed down her checker with a grin. "Bingo!" She yells, high-fiving Undyne. Undyne, though she was very close to winning, was always proud when y Frisk won bingo night - which was almost every Wednesday night, when it took place. Mettaton grinned. "Alright, darling! There's our winner!" He called out in his robotic-yet-smooth voice, congratulating her. Somehow, Sans and Undyne were tied, with Papyrus close behind and Toriel almost in sync with him.
"Good job, my child." She beams as Frisk got up to go get a bottle of water from the fridge. "Thank you for letting us over, Papyrus." She thanks the taller skeleton, to which he replies with a smile.
"IT IS NO PROBLEM, YOUR MAJESTY! IT IS SIMPLY SOMETHING WE DO EVERY WEDNESDAY." He replied in his naturally loud voice. When Frisk came back in, she received a pat on the shoulder from Sans. "good job, kiddo." He said, giving her his customary grin. She smiled back, replying with a simple thank-you. It was always the brothers' pleasure to have all of them over for Bingo Night, Spaghetti Saturday, and other such celebrations. Even if they would soon be going Up, to the Surface, it was still fun to spend time with them while she could. Besides, she'd be going up shortly after as well.
She smiles as she grabs her sweater from the coatrack, putting it on over the tank she'd worn. Snowdin was always cold, but the Ruins - where she lived at the moment - was usually warm and homey. So, she had brought her sweater over it. Alphys had said she looked cute, to which she'd responded with a nod and 'thanks'. Waving goodbye as she walked out of the threshold with Toriel, Sans stopped her. "'ey, kiddo. you forgot your prize." He was grinning more than usual, and she smirked.
"What?"
"here ya go." He gave her a hotcat, to which she responded with a chuckle. "Thanks," she laughs as she waves to him. The trek back to the Ruins was not far, nor was it tiring, but it was cold as all hell. When they got back to the Ruins, she wiped her head free of frost and shed her sweater, dropping it into her bag. "Bingo was fun tonight, was it not? I am proud of you for winning." Toriel said warmly as they entered her home.
"It was great, mom," Frisk replies with a grin, yawning. "I'm off to bed. Goodnight." She says, blinking and heading into the room, which had been upgraded from child's bedroom to teenager's lounge. It still was orange and peach coloured, but the dresser had been moved, and a few things were in different places. Her sheets were now blue as well. She slipped off her shirt and bra, slipping into a button-up fleece with matching pajama pants. Ah, these were her favorites. She smiled into her recently-added vanity and mirror, quickly braiding her hair. It had grown long over the years - she had come here at age nine and was now almost seventeen - but she loved it. It had darkened a bit as well, from "chestnut to chocolate," as Toriel had said. Hopping onto the bed, she snuggled into the comforter with a smile as she closed her almond shaped eyes slowly. Resting her head on the pillow, she grabbed a book from her plushie-covered nightstand and turned on her small reading ligh, reading through half-closed lids.
Frisk had read this book before, many times, but it was one of her favourites. Toriel had gotten it on a trip Above Ground, apparently by a human author named Shel Silverstein. It was a book of poems called 'Falling Up' that reminded her of fond memories here. There was one about love that she liked, as it made her giggle. The logic went to nonsense and everything was whimsical and inventive - she loved it. She read through it until her eyes drooped, becoming dreary. She finished a poem about a bagpipe - and fell asleep with the book in her hands, wearing a fond smile.
She dreamed of rubber duckies.
Frisk awoke to noise in the kitchen as Toriel prepared a breakfast of sausage and buttered biscuits. It was one of Frisk's favourite pick-me-ups/breakfast foods, and she vaguely remembered it from her life Above Ground. She remembered nothing of it other than she had never grown out her hair and always loved certain foods - this being one of them. She smiled as she got dressed, tossing the pajamas into the dirty basket along with her clothes from the day before, which she had dropped on the ground. She put on a simple white tee with orange stripes, and clipped a flower of the same colour palette into her hair, brushing it. She smiled, adoring the little bow in the mirror.
She slipped out of her pajama pants and into a denim skirt that had red hearts embroidered on the pockets. She twirled in it quickly with a child-like giggle, stepping out of her room and closing the door. "Morning, mom!" She called out, strolling into the living/dining room with a groggy smile. She wiped her eyes, trying to get accustomed to the brightness of the room. "How'd you sleep?" She asks as she steps into the kitchen. Toriel turned around with a warm grin, pulling her into a hug. "I slept great, my child. And how were your dreams?"
Frisk laughed. "I dreamt of rubber ducks."
Toriel and Frisk both burst out into laughter at that, discussing their dreams as Toriel made pates of food. She wrapped them up, to which Frisk questioned. "Oh. We are heading to the skeleton brothers' house today to have breakfast - and to help them pack for their trip Up!" She smiles, to which Frisk squealed in delight. "I'll go put on some shoes, I'll meet you at the door!" She calls as she sprints to her room, slipping on some white kneesocks and some denim-coloured canvas lace-up shoes. Running out and down the stairs, she sprints out of the hallway, to the door. She was greeted shortly after by Toriel, who gave a large grin and opened the door.
A cold breeze washed over the pair as they stepped in sync through the snow and frost. Frisk waved to Snowdrake, whose mother had just been recooperating and going through therapy to get along with her comrades she was sharing a mind with. As they passed over the Gauntlet Bridge, as Frisk liked to call it, she was reminded of the childish antics pulled here when she was nine. Papyrus had matured since then, and Sans hadn't changed much.
Passing into Snowdin, she lookedat the closed Snowed Inn. The shop was still running on weekends, but not many people came anymore, as the owner was constantly maintaining Snowdin residents moving to Up There. Warm, greasy, and salty scents wafted in from Grillby's, and a frosty aroma hung over the town as Toriel and Frisk headed into the skeleton home. "We're here!" She called out, grinning. Sans waved from his usual spot on the sofa, and Papyrus grinned in from the kitchen. "HELLO, YOUR MAJESTY! HELLO, FRISK!" He greeted the pair with a warm smile. "THE GREAT PAPYRUS SHOULD HAVE PART OF BREAKFAST READY SOON! FOR NOW, SIT ON THE COUCH WITH SANS."
Frisk shrugged, letting Toriel head into the kitchen with Papyrus. Sans plopped the television remote onto the coffee table, giving Frisk his customary grin and a wave. She waved back with a smile, putting on some Mettaton show. "So, how's Papyrus' magic training going?" She asked, in hopes to break the tension.
"'s fine." He replied lazily, waving a bony hand as if to shrug it off.