"AAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGG BLERGLE BLERGLE BLERGLE!"

"EEEEP!"

Young squeals and thundering footsteps echoed harshly against the walls.

"Alright you little rugrats," you smirked, quickly scooping up the children in your arms as they tried to zoom past you, "want some popcorn?"

"YEAH! POPCORN, POPCORN!" The young little monster violently flailed in your arms.
Frisk's head nodded furiously, brown hair flopping to and fro.

The two kid's struggles to escape you made you smirk and hug them tighter to you. Making them squeal even louder, you began spinning on one foot, laughing crazily. "Aha! My plan to demolish your eating habits with delicious unhealthy goodness is already succeeding with your submission! Mwahehehe!"

"_, NOOOOOOO!" The fluffy monster boy cried in vain.
Frisk was struggling to sign their distressed version of your name on their fingers as you continued to spin the goofy tinies.

"And just what exactly are you doing, my silly children?"

You instantly stopped twirling and with a cry, fell to the floor in surprise. Clutching the kids close to your chest, your head – sore from the fair thunk greeting it had given your hard wood floor – lifted up to gaze your eyes into that of familiar soft brown ones that seemed to be laced with mirth.

Standing in your doorway (and delicately closing said door) stood that of a tall creature of kindness – at least a good 6'5", with the softest, snow white fur you had ever felt. Her large feet tipped and tapped with every delicate step the former Queen took, claws ever so softly kissing your floor as she made her way towards you. A royal violet dress, respectfully flowing past her furry knees, draped over her form with a deep blue symbol of their history adorning the front. Her rather long ears dangled softly from the sides of her face, barely brushing her shoulders unless she had make a quick head movement.
She took in your form before she had lifted a large paw to her snout and began to chortle.

Blushing red, you had let go of the children and quickly stood, helping the little squirming beings up before they rush towards the goat-like beauty before you. "Ah, sorry Tori! We were …um …"
You swiftly snatched up a flat bag from inside a cabinet.
"Popcorn?"

The latter chuckled and shook her head, soft ears gently swaying with her movements. "Oh, _, you're such a joy to have."

With a few minutes of pleading persuading the gentle giant, the four of you ended up strung across your living room couch, popcorn between you and Toriel, Frisk snuggled into their mother as your fluffy adopted brother sat in your lap, intensely watching the television program and cramming hand… uh… pawfuls of popcorns into his waiting mouth.
When the credits began scrolling down the blackened screen, Toriel smiled at you. Raising to her feet, careful to not drop the small human in her comforting arm, she nodded. "Thank you again, _, for watching over my child. I could never thank you enough."

You lifted the hand not wrapped around the now sleepy monster in your lap and brushed her off lightly. "Nonsense, Tori. I love watching over Frisk. Besides, Manny absolutely loves having someone to play with! Honestly, I should be the one thanking you. You're welcome here any time you want."

Sighing, Toriel just bent over to give you a slight hug, balancing a sleeping Frisk on her hip as she did so. You hugged the mother back just as tightly, careful as to not squish or awaken the sleepy monster ontop of you.

"Shall I return at noon next Friday?"

"Please. Should I fix us some fresh tea tomorrow morning, before you go to school?"

"That would be splendid, my child."

Smiling, the monster released your hold and dropped a paw on top of your head, giving your already messy hair a sweet and loving rub. Toriel then gave a small kiss to your forehead and Manny's.

"Goodnight, my child."

The two of you bid your goodbyes. Sighing after staring at the door for a handful of silent minutes, you scooped up the fluffy being curled into a ball and walked down the empty hallway. Reaching the end of the hallway, you stood in front of a… unique door. The door itself was average, yes, but it was layered with Crayola doodles, tiny claw marks and stickers of Wolverine, Dragon Ball Z, Pokémon and Digimon. Stifling a giggle, you pushed the door open. Inside the room was no different than the door. Action figures of both humans and monsters displayed on shelves and across the floor. Again, tiny claw marks shown on almost every piece of furniture and wall – to the point where it looked as if it was supposed to be there as a design in the wood. Pulling back the Monsters, Inc. blanket, you placed the snoozing young boy ontop of his matching bedspread, efficiently tucking him in as gentle as you could so you didn't wake him. You don't see why, though, because the boy wouldn't wake up for anything when he went to snooze town.

To thoroughly prove your point, the bundle spread out all six of his limbs in a dramatic stretch to fill the bed, head rolling off to the side of his pillow and releasing a mighty snore that could compete with an airplane taking off. Smirking, you rolled your eyes and placed his most prized possession, a mini plush version of himself you made for his second birthday, right next to his slumbering form. Instantaneously, two of his four little arms wrapped around the toy, the other two pulling the comforter you placed onto him over his goofy, smiling face.

God, how much you loved him.

Kissing where his head would be under the covers, you quietly stepped out of the room (after making sure his Batman night light is plugged in) and closed the door.
Sluggishly, you lazily shuffled towards your plain ol' room, towards your plain ol' door, with your plain ol' bed that doesn't have cool stuff decorating it like your cool little brother's does, that cool lil' dude.

Ah, adulthood.

You honestly really wanted to decorate everything in sight with all your dorky needs, but you just couldn't afford to. You only bought Manny's things because… well… it makes him happy. You can live without a few plush anime toys for a little while longer if you get to see that goofy, crooked toothed smile every day.
You gracefully belly-flopped onto your bed and successfully uncurled your ball of blanket to drape onto yourself, shutting off the lamp on your night stand.

Groaning, you slowly sunk into sleep while thinking about work tomorrow, but also the joy of seeing your little brother, Frisk and Tori in the morning, before you have to go. Maybe that will up the mood.

Tomorrow's another day.