Disclaimer: I don't own the plot or the characters, just the crazy idea to mash them together. A couple of songs pop up too, I those belong to their respective owners. The song in this chapter (that has been altered quite a bit) is Scrooge which belongs to Disney/muppets.
Warnings: I made some changes. By that, I mean Frisk is (male,) intentionally acting OOC, I killed off a couple of characters and some other stuff. I have a good reason, please don't hurt me. The transition into song is a bit jarring but I really couldn't help myself. Sorry. If there are any other problems, please tell me in a CONSTRUCTIVE review.
Knock, knock.
Frisk rolled his eyes, remaining at his desk and continuing to work.
Knock, knock.
Alphys looked up uncertainly. When Frisk didn't immediately punish her she dared to ask, "d-do y-you w-wa-want me to o-open t-the d-d-door?" Her constant stuttering made worse by crippling nervousness and her chattering teeth from the cold.
"If you must." He didn't bother to look up.
She slid off her too high stool, and pattered over to the door. She awkwardly grasped at the door handle above her head and it slowly creaked open. A looming shadow filled the doorway. The horned figure stepped forwards...and winced as his horns knocked against the doorway. "Oops, sorry about that," he rumbled, glancing at the now broken wood.
"I-it's okay, Asgore, come in... Ah, F-Frisk! Y-your dad's here!" Alphys called.
He sighed, "yes. I can see that."
Alphys quickly scrambled back to her seat while Asgore approached Frisk on tiptoes to avoid breaking anything else. "How are you today, my child?"
He finally looked up, "What do you want?"
Asgore faltered for a moment-no matter how many times he saw it, it always shocked him to his core that the sweet child he raised had become so cold hearted. "Well, I wa-"
Crash!
"What's up punks!?" A muscular fish monster interrupted him by breaking down the door.
"Undyne! What are you doing heeeeer!" Alphys squealed as Undyne picked her up and swung her around.
"FEAR NOT! FOR I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, HAVE ARRIVED!" A living skeleton proclaimed, posing on top of the shambles of the door.
"Hello Papyrus, Undyne." Asgore kindly greeted them.
"Hey, Asogre." Undyne finally set Alphys down, "me and Papyrus were collecting donations for the needy and decided to stop by, since Frisk can probably spare a few coins."
Frisk sniffed, "the real question is: can you spare enough coins to fix my door?"
"Uhhh..." Undyne's grin wavered.
"It's okay, I'll pay for it." Asgore offered.
"Thanks, man!" She happily punched him in the arm.
"It's no problem, besides I was responsible for damaging the doorway. So it's only fair." He patted her on the back.
"HOW CHARITABLE OF YOU!" Papyrus exclaimed. "AND SPEAKING OF CHARITY, COULD ANY OF YOU DONATE A FEW COINS TO THE POOR AND HOMELESS? WE'RE DOING A GYFTMAS FUNDING PROJECT AND IF ANY OF YOU WOULD BE SO KIND AS TO HELP..."
"The poor and homeless?" Frisk snorted. "Worry about yourselves first. You're hardly one step ahead of them."
"And who's fault might that be?" Undyne growled.
"Yours." He scowled at her, "and with that attitude it's no wonder that you can't keep a stable job."
Papyrus quickly jumped in, "THAT'S NOT HER FAULT! PEOPLE JUST DON'T REALLY EMPLOY MONSTERS...SO THAT'S WHY WE'RE HELPING THEM! CARE TO HELP?"
"Of course," Asgore rumbled, handing over a few gold. "It's not much, but I'm afraid I don't have any more on me."
"THANK YOU! A LITTLE GOES A LONG WAY! ANYTHING YOU WOULD LIKE TO ADD FRISK?"
"No."
"What do you mean no?" She asked, "have you SEEN the weather lately? They could die without help!"
"It's kill or be killed." He retorted. "And if you can't live with that, then you'll die too."
"NO, IT'S NOT! IF PEOPLE CARE FOR EACH OTHER, IT DOESN'T HAVE TO BE THAT WAY!"
"Humbug!" He snapped.
"It's Gyftmas day for crying out loud!" She shouted, "if there's ever a time for helping other's it's now!"
"That reminds me." Asgore attempted to diffuse the argument. "You are all invited to my Gyftmas party! That includes you, Frisk." He handed all of them all invitations.
"WOWIE!" Papyrus looked at his invite with stars in his eyes, eagerly accepting the diversion Asgore offered. "I WOULD LOVE TO COME!"
"Yeah! We'll come too! Right Alphys?" She glanced over at her wife, but not before sparing a moment to glare at Frisk.
"O-of course!" She beamed. "I-if we can b-bring the kids."
He smiled warmly at her, "of course you can."
"Absolutely not." Frisk snapped, "we have work to do, and you'll not waste a day on such foolish frivolities."
"What?!" Undyne cried in outrage, starting to stomp towards Frisk but was restrained by Asgore.
Papyrus gasped, "I MUST PROTEST! NO ONE KNOWS BETTER THAN ME THAT YOU SHOULD ALWAYS WORK HARD AND NEVER SLACK OFF, BUT EVEN I THINK THAT'S HARSH! YOU NEED TIME OFF TO ENJOY WHAT YOUR HARD WORK BRINGS!"
"I-I know, boss...b-b-but if your attending too i-it wouldn't do much-"
"I'm not going." He cut off her protests with a steely glare. She wilted in her seat.
"Frisk...what happened?" Asgore asked sadly, trying to understand. "You used to love Gyftmas day. Is this because of Chara? I miss them too, and I know you were so close... We've lost so many. Chara, Asriel...Tori..." He drifted off, shadows of pain and memories flickering over his eyes. "It's not the same without them but...do you really think Chara would want you to act like this?"
"Yes." He said, cold and unfeeling.
For a moment the monsters were stunned into silence. "Surely you don't mean-"
"I do."
There was a long pause. What could you possibly say to that?
"...I know what it's like, losing a twin." Papyrus spoke up, speaking quietly for once. "After Sans died... It was terrible. It hurt, and it still hurts. But I couldn't give up, you can't give up! I know it hurts but please don't shut us out! Your dad wants to be there for you, and he needs you to be there for him. And you can do it! I BELIEVE IN YOU!"
Frisk only chuckled. "Do you really think that's why I'm doing this?"
He shifted uncertainly, "YES...?"
"Then you are all idiots." Frisk sneered. Pap flinched back like he slapped him.
"Oi! Who are you calling an idiot?!" Undyne shoved the hurt skeleton behind her. "Papyrus and Asgore just bared their souls to you and then you throw it in their faces like that? Who do you think you are?!"
"You wife's employer." He met her glare with spite in his eyes. "And if you want it to remain that way, I'd suggest you stay out of this."
She bristled but backed down, not wanting to make Alphy's life more difficult.
"So if you would so kindly leave," he shoved the three of them out the door frame, an impressive feat considering the size difference, "and take your Gyftmas nonsense with you!" He tossed his invitation after them.
"DON'T WORRY, MR. DREEMER, I'M SURE FRISK WILL CHANGE HIS MIND!" Papyrus consoled a dismayed Asgore.
"Yeah, I'm sure he'll come around!" Undyne then muttered under her breath, "right after Jerry stops being a douche."
Having heard her comment anyway, he sunk a little lower. Where had it all gone wrong? Also having heard conversation, due to the busted door, Frisk paused. "One more thing, Father." Hopefully, Asgore looked up. "I expect the payment for the door by tomorrow."
The goat deflated.
"But tomorrow's Gyftmas day!" Undyne protested.
He sneered, "does it look like I care?"
She sneered back and began to stomp over but Asgore and Papyrus were pick to grab her and dragged her away before things could escalate further.
Frisk returned to his desk and Alphys hurriedly followed his example. He phoned the repairman and called him over to fix the door. Then the only sound was the tapping of keys and the howl of the wind. Alphys shivered, it had been cold in the office before but now with the wind and snow coming in it was freezing. The lizard monster pulled her fraying jacket tighter. It wasn't nearly thick enough for the weather, but she couldn't afford any better.
She gently wiped some stray snowflakes off the computer screen and tried to open a new tab. Tried being the key word. The mouse had been glued to the table by the rapidly forming ice.
Her eyes flicked to the fireplace. There wasn't even a fire in there anymore, just some flickering embers. She swallowed. He would be mad if she asked him, but he would be furious if she didn't work.
"Ummm...co-could we u-uh...maybe..." Stars, she wished he wouldn't look at her like that. His gaze was dark, dead and colder than the snow outside. This was a mistake, it was all a mistake. Working Frisk was a mistake, her job was a mistake, her life was a mistake-
"Yes?" He hissed.
"Add another coal to the f-fire?" She blurted out. Seeing he was about to say no she quickly added, "the m-mouse is frozen to th-the desk."
He sighed. "If you must."
"T-thank you..." She slipped over to the coal bucket and grabbed the biggest piece she could see, it would have to last awhile. She added it to the ashes and tried to coax the poor thing back to life.
It was often said that the best way to reach a man was through his stomach. With Frisk, it was gold. Never the cries for mercy or pleads for help, but the jangle of gold that got his attention.
"I-It would save on e-expensive coal for the fire," she went on. "I-if we...ah, didn't go to work tomorrow. I-I mean, we wouldn't g-get much work done anyway: most b-business will be closed..."
"It's a poor excuse for picking a man's pocket every 25 of December." She winced and braced for the rest of the verbal beating. "Very well."
"Wh-really!" She sputtered, gawking at her boss. "Oh thank you! Thank you, thank you, thank you!"
"Get back to work before I can my mind." He said, grimacing at her excitement.
"Yessir!"
The rest of the evening was uneventful, except for when the disgruntled cat monster came in to replace the door. Then another oddity happened: Frisk didn't buy the cheapest door. This was because Asgore was paying (and he would later charge double what it cost) but it was still unusual.
When the day drew to a close and Alphys had scuttled back home, Frisk closed up shop and trudged to his house. When he walked down the path, both monsters and humans alike drew back. Conversations hushed and children hid behind their parents.
Unaffected by his isolation, he continued down the road, breezing past a lemonade stand. The young bunny monster running the stand shivered at the chill. "When a cold wind blows it chills you, chills you to the bone." He whispered.
"But there's nothing in nature that freezes your heart like years of bein' alone," his sister told him, wearily watching the man's retreating back.
Their costumer, an elderly man, nodded, "It paints you with indifference like a lady paints with rouge"
"And the worst of the worst-" she continued.
Her brother jumped in, "-the most hated and cursed-"
"Is the one that we call Frisk!" She finished, the human humming in agreement. He frowned and looked at his cup, "might want to get some more sugar, the lemons seem to have taken a leaf out of his book!"
Frisk continued to tromp through the snow, unhearing and unfeeling, pushing through a group of friends.
The little ink monster shielded back, "Unkind as any-"
"-And the wrath of many-" His wolf friend added.
"-this is Frisk Scrooge Dreammer." Concluded a winged girl as he trudged past Muffet's bakery.
There was a general murmur of, "There goes Mr. Humbug, there goes Mr. Grim," amount the patrons.
Dogamy growled, "If they gave a prize for bein' mean-"
"(-The winner would be him!)" Dogaressa grumbled before giggling: finishing each others sentences! How cute!
"OLd friSKy looVeS hiS MouNey 'CAuse He tiNKs iT geVes HIm pawER." Temmie gave a significant look at Muffet.
She ignored it, adding her two cents, "if he became a flavor, you can bet he would be sour~" She turned to a customer. "Speaking of sour, we have a lemon bars for sale! Made by spiders, for spiders, with spiders! Ahuhuh~"
Across the street, at Grillby's, there was a similar muttering of: "There goes Mr. Skinflint, there goes Mr. Greed."
"The undisputed master of the underhanded deed!" Red bird sneered.
"H-he charges folks a fortune for his dark *hic* and drafty houses" Drunk bunny warbled. "He keeps driving the prices up. My sister *hic*, my sister is struggling...to pay rent and she *urp* she's got kids to feed... He's really trying to make us poor folk live in misa...uh...misery."
"It's even worse for mouses." The little guy sighed, tugging on his striped scarf.
From an ally, a group of teens watched him pass by. A blue rabbit tugged on his sleeve anxiously. "Maybe he's just lonely, he must be so sad." At the incredulous looks friends he squirmed, "I mean, he goes to extremes to convince us he's bad. Perhaps, he's a victim of fear and of pride, look close and there must be a sweet man inside..."
Frisk promptly knocked over a passing lady. "Or not..."
"Sorry mate, but no matter how you cut it, Mr Sneer is still the worst." Burgerpants said, crushing his cigarette underfoot as the gang walked over to help her.
"Yeah, like, he's worse than Jerry!" Catty agreed.
"He has no time for friends or fun." Burgerpants continued.
"His anger makes that clear!" Bratty laughed.
"Don't ask him for a favor cause his nastiness increases." The rabbit helped her up, giving a quick tip.
"Like, not even a crust of bread for those who like, need it." Catty sighed.
"Not unless you pay him, like, an arm and a leg." Bratty said.
Frisk reached his neighbourhood, still somehow deaf to the scorn of his neighbours.
"Oh look, it's Mr. Heartless." A metallic lady with an orange eye commented. "Truly, he is almost as terrible as you. You monster." She ironically called the human next to her.
"That's a compliment really." A monster with stratosphere blue eyes reassured the human. "Though, she could stand to be a bit more consistent. Didn't you call him Mr. Cruel yesterday? Not that he doesn't deserve it, which he does, to be honest. Never giving, only taking, letting his hunger rule and all that. But to be fair at last he isn't discriminatory, treats monsters and humans equally terribly, will give him that."
"If being mean's a way of life he must practice and rehearse." Frogget croaked in the next house.
"Then all that work is payin' off, cause Frisk is getting worse." Whimsum whispered.
Frogget nodded in agreement, "Every day, in every way, Frisk is getting worse!" The duo crouched out of sight as Frisk's glare passed overhead. He unlocked the door to his house.
A soft giggle sounded in his ear. He jumped and whirled around. Just for a moment, he could have sworn that his shadow was grinning back at him. He swallowed, it was just a trick of the light. Probably from one of those infernal Gyftmas trees. "Humbug." He stepped into the house and shut the door with a resounding slam.
Gyftmas was tomorrow, and he was determined to hate every second of it.