It all started with a cup of noodles…
Wait…
No it didn't, noodles aren't in a cup and it's more like a bowl but whatever.
It started with a cup of water in a blazing hot pot, our heroes stared mesmerizing bubbles popping as their bellies rumbled and barked. Undyne furiously paced the ground of the living room, growing impatient as the seconds ticked by.
"C'mon! It does not take that long to cook something as simplistic as noodles!" screeched Undyne with a burning passion, she kicked and fumbled everything in sight – including the slothful Sans, whom was sleeping on the cozy floor. "I could be destroying some crazy things, being the strongest monster in the universe! But instead I waste it here!"
"You could probably make a career in football," retorted Sans as he picked back up his head, which had been kicked off of his neck and bounced off of the wall. He twisted his head back onto his neck like a screw. "Geez, you'd make a great goal kicker.."
"Shut it, bones!" snarled Undyne as she cracked her knuckles, warning signs that Sans might not live long enough to get his bowl of ramen noodles. Sans only smiled and sat back down on the floor with a shrug. "I hunger and I will wait no longer for a meager meal of plain noodles, I'd eat you but you're literally all bones."
"Shall I play a sad song on my mini-trombone?" mocked Sans as he places his arms behind his head to resume his ruined nap. "Try doing something other than making prints in Toriel's floor or cracks my head, especially about the cracks in my head—you know how much healing gel costs, more than you make in a year."
"That 'healing gel' is nothing more than just regular ketchup," pointed out Undyne, furiously pacing back and forth. Sans appeared to be sweating nervously, as if he was being called out for his scam on healing gel. "It's literally a scam and whoever started it is going to have a fate worse than hell!"
"Oh my…" exasperated Toriel, holding her snout. Undyne turned on her heels towards Toriel and crossed her arms with a valance look on her face, Sans poked one eye socket open, eagerly awaiting Toriel had to say. "I feel a lot of tension, but I came to say the ramen is getting cold—"
"What?!" roared Undyne
"It's still not better than spaghetti!" protested Papyrus with a stubborn voice, Sans rolled his eyes and stretched outwards. "I am not enjoying it—I refuse to enjoy this delicacy!
"Humph!" Frisk gave Papyrus a irritated look, stopping her own slurping of the noodles. Sans had an uneasy look with the way she was holding her chopsticks, but Frisk simply went back to audibly wolfing down the food.
"Okay, maybe I'm enjoying it a little!" Papyrus caved in, dumping his face into the bowl and letting it fill up his skull. Bubbles of air came from the bowl for a few seconds before Papyrus shot his face back up with a smile. "I almost drowned!"
"I'd say that's swimmingly good," replied Sans, standing up. He slipped his hands into his jacket pockets and made his way to the table to take a seat, Sans looked to Frisk with a humorous smile. "You must be pretty hungry, you're practically devouring those."
Frisk nods, not stopping.
"My child," Toriel lightly tapped the top of Frisk's head, Frisk stops to look at the very monster she's supposed to call 'mom'. Toriel gave a sheepish smile as she tried not to sound like she was scolding her. "I believe you should slow down, you might get sick…"
"W-well, n-nothing is worse than a b-belly ache," squeaked Alphys, she looked up from her own bowl with a nervous sweat. Frisk turned towards her, still chewing her mouthful of noodles. "M-maybe I should slow d-down too…"
Frisk had bitten off more than she could chew, as it seemed she couldn't swallow without difficulty. Frisk forced herself to swallow the tough chewed noodles down her esophagus with the help of her glass of cold water. Toriel wasn't pleased at this display but Papyrus was amused at least by his howling laughter.
"I'll never understand your stubbornness, but, never do that stunt again," glared Toriel lightly, a vein throbbed in her temple. Frisk only stared at Toriel, showing no signs of acknowledgement. "You could have choked and suffocated."
"Try using your noodle next time," joked Sans, earning the groan of his taller brother and the chuckle of Frisk. Although amusing to Toriel, she raised an eyebrow with a hidden warning to cease and desist the jokes for now. "For real though, don't die from noodles – that's just lame."
Frisk nodded, she pushed the bowl further from her and excused herself from the table. She walked out of the kitchen, Toriel felt a deep pit fall into her stomach as she watched Frisk turn from her view—was she too hard on Frisk?
"Don't sweat it, Toriel," shrugged Sans, he picked up his fork and started to turn it into the ramen noodles. Toriel turned towards Sans with a uncertain look, a fretting shade in her eyes. "She probably went to go use the bathroom or something, whatever humans do."
"I feel like I should apologize to her," replied Toriel as she followed Frisk out of the kitchen, Papyrus's head still remained in the bowl of noodles. He lifted his head with two pieces of pork in his eye sockets, blinding him. Sans snorted.
Frisk wasn't offended or hurt or anything, nothing of the sort, it just felt like she needed to do something other than eat. Frisk entered her room and closed it tightly, locking it, what was there to be done in The Underground?
"I'm bored…" Frisk didn't feel like mass murdering a bunch of monsters, maybe tomorrow, but there really wasn't much else to do except beat up on monsters and solve puzzles. It wasn't like Frisk wasn't looking for a way to get home anymore, quite the contrary, but sometimes our hero needs a little R&R.
Frisk smiled, exploring The Underground was always fun'
"What if I don't tell Mom…?" Frisk looked towards the window, she neared it and opened it up. She looked down at the ground and groaned when she saw color tiled puzzles—for God's sake, puzzles were everywhere in this bloody place. Of course, to get outside completely, she would need to get out through the door. "Or anyone?"
Frisk opened her dresser to pull out her phone, she's going to need it sooner or later. It should double the fun, like extreme hide and seek! Frisk was filled with determination at just the sheer thought of the exhilarating game.
Frisk climbed out the window.
Toriel knocked on the door lightly, faster, harder. Her face scrunched up in fear, much less worry, fear now causing her light taps on the door to become frenzied knocks on the wooden door. "Frisk, my child, please unlock the door."
No answer.
Toriel dug through her pockets to pull out the master key of the house, she plunged the key into the keyhole and turned it. Terror lead her on to open the door, fearing what she might see or not see. Surely Frisk wouldn't overreact such a petty dispute such as manners?
Toriel's heart fell straight down to hell and flew back up to her chest, an icy cold grip froze her innards and stunned her where she stood. Toriel's mouth hung open slightly, sweat bared down her forehead. Any mother's worst fear has just happened, her child has ran away from home it's all her fault.
"I… She…" Toriel held her chest, clutched her chest and made her way towards the open window. Her heart pulsed with hurt every second that passed. She whined and leaned against the wall, it was a feeling worse than death as it felt. "I failed as a mother… again…"
"Yo, Toriel!" called out Sans, from the hallway. Papyrus was the first to enter, he stood there in the middle of the room with a big smile on his face. Sans, Undyne, and Alphys followed closely behind. "Everything going alright?"
"I—" begun Toriel before being cut off by Papyrus's bemused laughter, as if he was playing a game with Frisk.
"Come out, come out, wherever you are!" sung Papyrus as he searched every nook and cranny of Frisks' usual hiding spots, he stopped and scratched his head in a confused manner. Sans gave Papyrus a irritated look, but it went unnoticed. "Huh, she's not here…"
"Well—" tried Toriel again, but Papyrus gave a righteous laugh and cut her off before she could answer
"I shall be the freaking master of Hide and Seek, Frisk!" declared Undyne as she raced along with Papyrus, shoving past him. Toriel and the others waited for further interruption before Toriel tried to explain again.
"Frisk ran away and it's all my fault!" cried Toriel bitterly, Sans seemed to have dropped his never ending smile even though he's still smiling. Alphys fumbled and fell at this news, panicking. "I should have never been that hard on her!"
"Have you tried calling her?" asked Sans, tugging his collar bone with a nervous look staining his face. Monster Kid sniffed around the room and shuffled to the window, catching her scent. "That kid always have her phone, it wouldn't take more than one call to get some sense back into her."
"And if she doesn't answer?" replied Toriel as she frantically dug through her pockets to grab her phone, she incorrectly inputted Frisk's number and waited for her to answer. Sans patiently stood there, drifting off to a quick powernap while Toriel waited.
"She's not answering!" cried Toriel, startling Sans back to reality. Sans scratched his head and held out his hands to receive her phone, which Toriel gave willingly. Sans literally just inputted Frisk's contact information and speed dialed the young child. "Oh…"
"Hey kiddo," greeted Sans tactfully, he gave off a sheepish look before scratching the back of his head. Toriel looked on curiously, but still very much fearfully for the young child. "Remember what I told you that other day, you know, at that diner?"
Sans's smile dropped a little. "Uh…"
"What? Is she coming back?" fretted Toriel.
"Uh—She…" tried Sans.
"Does she hate me?!" shook Toriel as she shook Sans.
"She hung up on me…" admitted Sans with a shameful voice, he picked it back up with a cheerful voice however. It didn't give Toriel any comfort or confidence, however. "I'm sure she doesn't hate you, and she can survive on her own out there, remember how strong that kid is?"
"Why did she leave, was it to spite me…?" pondered Toriel, she grabbed Monster Kid away from the window before he fell. Sans followed her out of the room, trying to dial Frisk hurriedly.
"I highly doubt it," answered Sans, slipping his phone back into his own pocket. Toriel looked down at Sans as he spoke, not in the insulting way, but in a manner of height. Alphys looked out the window, finding the puzzles on the ground turned off… "Maybe she went exploring, I'm willing to bet that's the jackpot!"
"Guys! Frisk isn't in the house!" screamed Papyrus as he bumbled into the living room, falling apart into individual bones. Sans picked up his head and gave a jokingly condescending look on his face, Undyne entered the living room with a hidden expression.
"We got that, Bonehead," joked Sans, placing his brother onto a bookshelf as he collect the individual pieces of Papyrus. Toriel assisted in the cleaning of her living room, although unfamiliar with the anatomy and rebuilding of skeletons—she left that with Sans.
"Let's look for the kid, then!" roared Undyne as she kicked the door open, she rushed outside with her knuckles cracking. "I dare any freaking monster to place their filthy paws on her, I'll destroy them and stomp on their hearts!"