Wow... This was originally planned to be a one-shot with only about 2k words, but it ended up being a three-chaptered fic. I seriously didn't see that coming.
Anyways, hello Undertale fandom! This is my first fanfiction for this fandom. Thank you, jacksepticeye, for bringing me into both buying the game and the fandom itself. The game's wonderful-still stuck on Sans' genocide battle, though, hahah (sweats nervously).
As soon as I finished the True Pacifist Route, though, I immediately shipped these two-these two being Asriel and Frisk. This ship ruins me. Asfrisk is love, Asfrisk is life. This ship isn't that popular though, I think... even the tumblr tag Asriel x Frisk isn't that flooded... You guys need to consider this ship more! It's super cute hhhhhhhhhh. The idea of the two growing up together excites me!
...Asriel lived, right? He went to the surface with the others... right? Hahah come on guys what are you talking about of course he lived hahah ha h ah shut up.
Okay, let's set the joke aside for a moment. This is based on the prompt on tumblr blog otpprompts, submitted by anonymous.
OK I'm done. You can proceed to read now. Also there are probably gonna be a lot of grammatical mistakes, seeing as my mother language isn't English. Sorry!
Well then, enjoy yourself.
Every New Year's Eve, a small, private party would be held in Asgore's new mansion. This tradition started a few years after Frisk successfully managed to bring all monsters back to the surface, and somehow managed to also bring Asriel back to life. Asriel never asked how Frisk managed to do so, and Frisk didn't seem like they oblige to tell anyone the story in detail, thus no one ever asked. Although Asriel remembered perfectly how exhausted Frisk appeared after they succeeded to bring Asriel back to life—heck, they were immediately knocked out at that time, clearly drained after whatever they did to restore Asriel's life once again.
When the first party was held, it was still held in Toriel's new built house. A small one, but the garden was big enough for a small party. Toriel and Asgore hadn't gone back together back then, too. The attendees were still the usual gang—Toriel, Asgore, Frisk, Asriel, Sans, Papyrus, Metatton, Alphys, Undyne—sometimes Napstablook, too, but only if they didn't reject the invitation out of self-shame.
At that time, Asriel was fourteen and Frisk was thirteen. A one year age gap, but that didn't make Frisk call him big brother or alike. In fact, Frisk had never seemed to regard him as an older brother, which used to sadden him a bit. But two years later, he knew why Frisk didn't see him as one.
They'd been dating ever since Asriel was sixteen and Frisk was fifteen. Four years had passed since then, and never did Frisk nor Asriel had missed out on any of the New Year's Eve parties. They were inseparable around those years. The two even went each year wearing matching clothes, in which Sans commented as very coheple—which was a combination of the word cohesive and couple, he'd explained to the others. Nobody but Toriel laughed.
But as they grew older, their free-times decreased slowly. Now that Asriel was twenty-one and Frisk was twenty, the two had been too busy with college and alike to be with each other. And the fact that they went to separate universities wasn't helping either. Frisk had taken an interest as lawyer, whereas Asriel had taken an interest as a musician—even though his parents were persuading him to try to be a politician, which Asriel had no interest in.
Four days prior, Frisk went to Switzerland to do something—all Asriel knew was that it was important, and had to be done. It was like a business trip or something—Frisk did explain about it to him, but he understood nothing of what Frisk said, and he was too embarrassed to ask what they had meant by that.
It will take them four days to finish whatever they had to do there, and then they will come back.
Before the young goat knew it, four days had passed in a blink of an eye.
Fishing out his smartphone from his pocket, Asriel turned the screen on to check on the date and time. Thursday, December 31—a.k.a New Year's Eve—the smartphone informed him when his eyes glanced onto the date. Currently six in the afternoon, the digital clock informed him once more.
Asriel allowed himself to sigh. The party was staring in an hour, and Frisk hadn't even notified him about anything at all. Apprehension began to eat him up, but he didn't let it to do so that easily. He looked up to see himself—or his reflection, at least—in the mirror.
He looked very tired, as though he hadn't taken any decent sleep. Despite the fact that that wasn't true, he did have times when he found himself having trouble sleeping, especially these past four days. He didn't know he'd be this miserable without Frisk at his side.
But, hey, at least he looked fine in this formal black suit. It had a pair—a simplistic but elegant striped dress, which was supposed to be worn by Frisk, but…
Asriel sighed and stared back at his smartphone in distress, desperately waiting for a notification from Frisk—a message, a call, anything at all—but still, he couldn't help but smile at the wallpaper he'd set up as the lock screen.
It was a photograph of the two of them being silly in a photo booth, taken about two years ago. He had added several hearts around the picture and Frisk had added silly quotes and glitters. The ridiculousness of their expressions was indescribable—but at least they looked like that they're having fun.
Asriel hadn't bothered to change the wallpaper since then.
The smile vanished as soon as the belief that Frisk would at least message him disappeared. With a frown etched onto his lips, he then proceeded to place his phone back to his pocket. Then, all of a sudden, his phone vibrated and rang the phone's default ringtone, earning a rather loud "woah—!" from him.
A call, he thought. Glancing at the screen to check who was calling, the corners of his lips went up without him realizing. Without waiting much longer, Asriel picked up the call. "Frisk?"
"Hey, Asriel."
Upon hearing Frisk's androgynous and amiable voice across the line, Asriel exhaled another sigh of relief—the difference was that this one was fairly long. When did he even start holding back his breath? Asriel couldn't remember and didn't bother to do so. He was too happy to hear Frisk's voice once again.
"Hey, Frisk," he responded, smiling. "How have you been?"
"Great," they replied from the other side. For some reason, Asriel could distinguish the relief from their muffled voice, which made him even gladder that Frisk was feeling the same way. He could also hear the distanced and muffled noises from the other side of the call as well. "How about you, Azzy?"
"I'm great, too," Asriel replied, taking a seat on the chair behind him. As he stared at his reflection before him, he gave the other a question while fixing the tousled white fur on his head. "Where are you right now? I can hear a lot of noises there."
"Currently at the airport," Frisk simply answered. Asriel was about to reply when they immediately continued, "Ahh, speaking about the airport, I'm just going to inform you that my plane has been delayed for… an hour … So I think I'll be super late…"
"Oh…" Asriel's smile fell. But after seeing the clear disappointment on his face, he rubbed his face and shook his head. The smile came back in a wink of an eye, although it seemed weak and forced. "Well, that's fine. I'll be waiting for you, Frisk, don't you worry."
There was a moment of awkward silence, causing the goat monster to get worried. He opened his mouth to speak again but shut it back when he heard a soft chuckle from the other side of the phone.
"Aww, what a gentleman you are."
Asriel watched as the white fur that was covering his face transformed into a shade of red, little by little growing even more. Embarrassed by his own reflection, he looked away from the mirror and, as if it could help, covered his face with his white-furred hand. "Shut up."
Seemingly amused by his gawky behavior, Frisk gave out a giggle. Frisk was a natural-born flirt; he knew that, so he should have seen that coming. For some reason, however, he didn't.
"Oh, are you mad? Don't be mad, I was just teasing you!"
"I'm not mad," Asriel said to them, emitting a chortle. "Just disappointed."
Knowing that Asriel was joking, this one caused Frisk to laugh even more. Asriel was glad that he could hear Frisk's genuine laugh again, even if it was over the phone. When the laugh died down and Frisk sighed, however, the goat knew something was up. "What's wrong?"
"No, no, it's nothing. Just, that… if I still don't come even after the party's over, just go with the others and have fun with the fireworks, okay?"
With this, Asriel frowned. "Come on, Frisk, don't say that… It's not like Switzerland is that far, right? It's, what, a four hours trip from here, right?"
Frisk went silent for a moment. Asriel could hear them frowning over the phone—or maybe he was just imagining it. Frowns couldn't be heard, Asriel reminded himself.
"You do know that with the delay, I'd be there at around eleven, right? And not to mention the traffic there is an equivalent of hell, as well."
"Right…" Asriel trailed off, discontent could be clearly perceived from that one word. "Yeah, of course. But I will still wait for you no matter what."
"See, you're a gentleman. Oh—or should I say, gentlegoat?"
Asriel didn't laugh. Instead, he gave her the reaction he usually gives to Sans whenever the latter gave out a bad pun. "Urghh, don't do that," Asriel groaned loudly, causing Frisk to laugh yet again. "While Sans may be proud of you for saying that, I'm not."
"Alright, alright, sheesh, I'll stop." As Frisk friskily said that over the phone, Asriel's ears twitched upon hearing the three knocks from the other side of his room's door. Then, not long after that, came a familiar, gentle voice. "Asriel, dear, the party is starting soon. Are you in there?"
Keeping the phone away for a moment, Asriel shouted in reply, "Give me a second, mom!" Afterward, he drew his phone back to his ear. "The party's gonna start soon. Gotta go. See you later, Frisk."
"Oh, yeah." Asriel might be imagining it, but he thought he might've heard disappointment in Frisk's voice. Maybe his head was judt playing with him. "Sure. Talk to you later, Asriel. Love youuuu."
He felt himself went red in the face yet another time. "Heh, love you too."
Frisk was the one who ended the call. Asriel's smile gradually vanished as he put the phone down on the brown mahogany table in front of him. Picking up his comb, he began to rake through the hairs on his head that he intentionally never cut so they will be a substitute to a real hair, and not a goat's fur. "Come in, mom."
As on cue, the door opened, revealing a female goat monster in her late forties. Toriel didn't come to him, however, as she was respecting her son's personal space—or at least Asriel thought that that was she was doing right now. "Who were you talking to, son?"
"Frisk," the son replied concisely.
"Ah, I see." Asriel saw his mother nod from the mirror. "How are they?"
"Great, they said. They also informed me that their plane is being delayed, so they may come late to the party."
"Is that so?" Toriel's face saddened a little, before she covered it up with a smile. Didn't want to look sad in front of her son, huh, Asriel thought, smiling a bit. Ah, mothers.
"Well, I'm sure they'll come. Don't worry, son," Toriel reassured him, putting on the most encouraging smile she could make.
"Even if they do miss the party, I'd be sure to wait for them." Asriel looked across his shoulder to give her a smile directly, and not with the mirror. "Don't worry, mom," Asriel mimicked with a grin.
Toriel appeared to be taken aback for a moment or two, but then released a quiet laughter, outwardly amused by his response. "Oh, you… Well then. Make sure you go to the living room once you're ready, okay? Alphys and Undyne are already here, and Sans and Papyrus are arriving soon."
"Yeah, got it. I'll be down in a jiffy," he told her. And with that, Toriel closed the door shut and went downstairs, leaving Asriel alone in his room once more.
"Now then…" Asriel set down the comb for now and peered over his reflection again—then to the container that seemed to contain some kind of minty-colored gel—then back to his reflection. "Should I use the hair gel, or no?"
Happy New Year's Eve, guys.
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