The little girl swung her legs, sitting on the marble counter. "When's lunch?" She pokes her parent, noticing a familiar pair of figures walking outside the house, one tall and one short. "When is lunch? I wanna know!" She tugs on her parent's sweater, frowning.
"Just a little longer," came the gentle reply of her parent. Frisk.
"But I want them to come now. Why can't they come now and we eat lunch now?" She whines, climbing off of the counter and dusting off her pink and navy overalls.
"Because it isn't lunchtime. They're out there now, see? Sans and Papyrus are probably just getting the oth-"
"Getting the what? Are they bringing something special? You didn't tell me about nay of that!" Her eyes light up, and Frisk blushes as they turn away.
"No, it's a surprise. You'll just have to wait and see."
She frowned, toddling off towards her little beanbag chair in front of the television. Some show with Mettaton was on. It looked okay. There was a clatter as plates were set with silverware, and soon after, the doorbell rung.
The four year old jumped up, running to the door. They reached for the knob, seeing a few blurred figures behind Sans and Papyrus in the stained glass. Frisk walked over, picked her up, and opened the door. "Come on in, guys." They said gently, gesturing to the table and living room.
"HELLO FRISK, AND SMALL HUMAN!" Papyrus said, looking at the two. The girl giggled, waving. "I'm Melanie." She said, reaching to get out of her parent's arms as the others filed in.
"S-so, i-is this the one?" A female voice said, approaching. She looked like one of those dinosaurs in that show that Melanie watched in the morning.
Finally getting out of Frisk's arms, she waddled towards Papyrus and the other. "Hi!" She said, holding out a hand. The dinosaur lady smile and shook it, nodding. "I-I'm Alphys. It's n-nice to m-meet you." Melanie nodded and suddenly wrapped her in a hug. "You're nice!" she would say, then letting go.
"W-well thank y-you!" Alphys said, grinning. "W-well, I-I-I'll be at the table if you n-need me, alright?" Melanie nodded, giving a thumbs up.
"SO, 'MELANIE,' HOW ARE YOU? I HAVE NOT SEEN YOU OTHER THAN THOSE FEW PHOTOS!" Papyrus said, crouching down to the child's level.
"I'm okay." She said, holding out her arms and offering a hug. He picked her up, making her giggle. "YOU ARE VERY LIGHT FOR A HUMAN!" Frisk chuckled as they went to the table to talk with the others. Papyrus put her down and grinned as Sans came over.
"so, what's your name, kiddo? i didn't catch it." Says the shorter skeleton brother, holding out his hand. Papyrus rolls his eyes as Melanie takes it, and-
PPPLPBBLFPLBTTPLFPLBPTLFPTBBLPT!
- there was a whoopie cushion in his hand. She burst out in laughter, spluttering out "I-I'm mel-anie!" as she did so. Sans grinned, seeming satisfied. "well then, melanie, i'm sans. sans the skeleton. pleasure to meet ya." He winks, walking off with Papyrus. Melanie went to the table, trying to climb into one of the adult chairs. She succeeded, and stood on her toe-tips in it, her head showing. "I'm ready!" She said, causing the others to look over and chuckle, which made her smile. Until Frisk picked her up and put her into her little toddler-chair. She harrumphed; though, from the pictures she'd seen taken of her in it, it did look pretty cute. Alphys smiled. "H-hey Frisk, m-mind if I take a p-picture or her?" Frisk gave a thumbs-up, and the picture was snapped. Another person came out of the bathroom, apparently having not noticed Melanie when she came through the door. She was a fish-lady.
"Hey, Frisk, who's this little cutie? Your new training buddy?" Frisk giggled and shook their head. "Remember how I told you I'd be looking into adoption?" The lady nodded, and Frisk smiled. "Well, this little Melanie here is the one." Melanie smiled, waving at the lady.
"Aww, look at her. She'd make a great baby-warrior." The lady joked, getting snickers from all but Papyrus. "UNDYNE!" So, her name was Undyne? Made sense, if she was a warrior lady. "DON'T SAY THAT! THE SMALL HUMAN IS NOT A BABY OR A WARRIOR! SHE'S A 'TODDLER,' AS FRISK SAYS." Undyne shrugged, settling in the chair.
"Thanks for the cookin', Frisk. You've improved since our fiery lesson." Undyne winked, getting a groan from Frisk.
Frisk sighed. "As I was saying," they say gently, "since it's only about two, some of you can hang out. I'm sure Melanie would love it. Right, Mel?" She nodded, trying to free herself from her toddler-chair. Frisk picked her up and set her on the floor, where she toddled into the living room to watch TV. Alphys squealed at Frisk's words. "D-do you think I could..I c-could show her Mew Mew Kissy Cutie? I th-think she'd l-like it!" Undyne perked up at that.
"If she's fine with it, go ahead. But I think she's watching a Mettaton program." They state calmly, picking up the china. "You can ask her, though." Frisk shrugged, putting the dishes into the left sink and the cups into the dishwasher. Sans smiled. Or, smiled more. "think the kid might wanna learn some jokes?" Everyone groaned, except for Frisk. Melanie perked up and toddled over to the dining area, her eyes twinkling. "I want to! I want to!" She pleaded, tugging on his jacket. Frisk shrugged. "She wants to, go ahead."
Sans' grin widened. "alright, kiddo. first of all, you remember my name, right?" She nodded.
"Yeah! Y-you're, uh," she thought for a moment, then grinned. "You know, you're a real comic, Sans." She grinned wider, waiting for his response as she bounced lightly up and down.
