hOI! Temmie here!
Yep, I'm back with another chapter already.
You're welcome. Or, uh, sorry.
Oh yeah, I wanted to inform you guys about what ships would be happening in this fic. But I find it better if I tell you what ships there invariably won't be, and you figure out the rest as a lovely surprise. :D
-Cue magical list of non-ships-
No Soriel.
I'm (not) sorry if you like that stuff. But it's just... No. Nope. Nada. Non. Bú shì. They're just very close friends.
No Charisk. There might be little joking "flirts" on behalf of Frisk, but that's just Frisk. Frisky ol' Frisk.
No Asgoriel either. Although I ship this much more than Soriel, the Dreemurrs are on friendly speaking terms. Nothing more.
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The resemblance between part of this chapter's plot and the last one's is entirely coincidental. Wow. I didn't notice that while writing. xD
Anyway. Now that all that's out of the way, onward we go, trusty companion!
Frisk had just recently left the depths of sopor and entered the realms of light sleep. They were now entirely susceptible to being awoken by any sudden noise. Knowing this despite their half-conscious state of mind, via visceral sapience, they wrapped their pillow around their head, efficiently blocking out most auditory income.
Most, except...
"Frisk. Wake up."
Frisk "mmf"ed in response. Chara narrowed her eyes.
"Frisk. You're going to miss school."
Surprisingly, this had no effect. Chara frowned. Might as well, she thought. Taking in a deep breath and leaning in towards Frisk's ear, she...
"WHO SAID YOU WERE THE ONE IN CONTROL?!"
Chara's prognosis was correct, and Frisk responded in the way she expected them to. With a scream.
They regained their composure as Chara snickered cruelly. "Oh, wow," she sputtered. "That was priceless."
Frisk frowned. "That was not funny, you mothe-"
"Careful, Frisk. Mom- Toriel's probably going to come here and see why you were screaming, so if I were you, I'd watch the language."
"Fine, whatever!" Frisk huffed in anger, throwing up the covers and dragging their feet out of bed. As expected, Toriel burst in, worried look on her face.
"My child? Are you hurt? What is the matter, Frisk? I heard screaming..."
Frisk just shook their head. "Nah, I just... Uh..."
"Tell her you saw a spider or something," Chara suggested. Frisk shot her a look.
"But I'm not sc-"
Toriel watched with a confused look. "What are you talking about, my child?" She leant down and gave Frisk a hug, an expression of motherly concern plastered onto her visage. "Are you sure you're okay?"
"Yeah. Sorry for, uh, screaming. I just... Uh... Almost fell out of bed. I'm okay though. I'm so excited for school, you know?"
Toriel didn't seem to believe the story completely but didn't push them to explain. "Alright then. Get dressed and ready as soon as you can and then we can set off. I suppose Sans and Papyrus are going to be coming to wish you luck." She ruffled Frisk's hair affectionately before exiting the room, shutting the door carefully. "Oh! I have made a butterscotch-cinnamon pie. You may even bring slices for your new friends at school if you wish." Frisk responded with a nod before turning back to Chara once Toriel was fully gone.
Chara seemed to be upset about something. Her gaze flitted to the floor, eyes slit in anger, or sadness, or something...
"Are you okay?" Frisk asked softly. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," Chara bit back with a sharp tone in her voice. "It's just... I want her to hug me. I was her child before you... And..." She let out a sigh before Frisk could respond. "Whatever. It doesn't matter. Go get dressed."
Frisk decided not to press her. "Okay."
"And for the love of God - don't do it in front of me. You still don't seem to harbour any pity for me and my new recurring nightmare."
Frisk wiggled their eyebrows. "You know you want it."
"... I'm not going to grace the disgust I'm feeling right now with a description." Frisk chuckled before heading over to the corner of their room.
"Well, don't look," they said, unfolding the neat pile of clothes Toriel had prepared for them to wear.
"Believe me, I'm not."
Once Frisk had gotten changed, they bounded down the stairs, dragging Chara along with them. The sweet scent of pastry, butterscotch and cinnamon snaked its way into Frisk's nostrils, and subsequently Chara's. "Stop sniffing the air, you weirdo, and go eat something."
"Jeez. Okay, mom."
"Don't call me that."
Frisk pattered into the living room/dining room. This house was an almost identical copy of the one back in the Underground; Toriel couldn't bear to part with it.
A huge pie sat on the table, still piping hot. A slice had been cut out and was placed on a separate plate as well as being doused with whipped cream. "Thanks, Mom!" Frisk yelled towards the kitchen, diving onto their chair. They began shovelling the pie into their mouth with farcical and probably non-recommended speed. Chara found this mildly disgusting until the taste hit her. Still as good, huh?
Once they'd burrowed their way through the whole slice they picked up the plate and headed over to the kitchen. Toriel was, conveniently, doing the dishes.
"Oh, greetings, my child. I see you have enjoyed the pie."
"Yeah! Can you make this for breakfast, like, every day?"
Toriel chuckled. "I am afraid not, my child. Too much pie is unhealthy for you. This was an exception. No more pie for breakfast, except on special occasions!"
Frisk groaned. "But it's so good." Toriel blushed.
"I am pleased you like it, my child. For now, I suggest you go brush your teeth, but help yourself to a glass of milk if you wish. I think I heard a car pulling over. I will be back." With those words Toriel padded over to the front door, where a succinct knocking was heard.
Frisk opened the fridge and plucked out a half empty bottle of milk, pouring the drink into a glass. Chara shuddered as the contents were tipped into their mouth. "Ugh. Why did you drink that so cold?"
Frisk licked their fingers clean of any butterscotch traces, before ultimately deciding it would be slightly more hygienic to wash them in the sink. Chara watched the whole thing with a bored look on her face. "Can't you do something interesting for a change?"
"What? Do you want me to get dressed again?" Frisk joked, sticking their tongue out. Chara scowled.
"Just go to the front door."
Frisk plodded towards where Toriel stood, picking up their school bag prior to doing so. They ducked beneath Toriel's arm and smiled at the two skeletons that stood before them.
Sans noticed them first. "hey, kiddo. 'sup?" Frisk shot the shorter skeleton a smile.
"I'm good. Hi, Papy!" they exclaimed, giving Papyrus a small wave. The tall skeleton's cheekbones lit up in delight.
"NYEH! HELLO, HUMAN! ARE YOU EXCITED FOR YOUR FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL?"
"Yeah. I can't wait! I was awake literally all- Uh..." Chara hastily shushed the child as Toriel glared suspiciously at them. "Anyway, are you guys coming with or-"
"What?! Don't invite those two creeps. I hate them. Especially the stubby one," Chara hissed. Frisk glowered at her before lifting their eyes back to the skeletons.
Papyrus let out a joyful "nyeh". "OF COURSE WE ARE, HUMAN FRISK! WE WOULDN'T WANT TO MISS SUCH A NEAT EVENT!"
Frisk grinned a little more. "Thanks, guys!" They looked up at their mother, this time with their own concerned expression. "Uh, Mom, I think we're going to be late?"
Toriel seemed to be staring at Frisk a little blankly, before blinking out of it. "Oh, my! Silly old me! Of course. Hurry along, children," she flustered.
"Children," Chara muttered. Frisk frowned.
The four - five, Frisk thought - got into Toriel's elegant car. Papyrus began to express concern for his own before Sans assured him that he knew a shortcut back here and that they could get the car that way. Papyrus did not find this entirely copacetic as he disliked Sans' use of shortcuts, but agreed anyway.
Frisk sat in the back with Papyrus. Chara sat between them. This did not seem to be a pleasing turn of events for her, and she didn't hesitate to express her distaste to Frisk. The latter was attempting to ignore her.
Sans was sat in the passenger seat and was already snoring lightly. Frisk nudged Papyrus with their elbow. "Look," they mouthed, before quickly snapping a picture of the sleeping skeleton with their phone. With the photo editing app they'd installed, they vandalised Sans' skull with various bright colours, emojis and a few silly lines of text.
As Frisk and Papyrus giggled over this frivolous activity, Chara forced Frisk to subconsciously write something for her. Something in honour of her brother - the words "Smiley Trashbag" with a picture of a yellow flower beside it.
Toriel scolded the child for having their phone out, and they reluctantly switched it off and put it away.
"We are almost there, anyway," Toriel noted. A large, brown stone building came into view a little further away from the car. Papyrus seemed excited about something.
"NYEH HEH HEH! FRISK! LOOK AT THAT!" Papyrus was pointing to a large hedge shaped like his face. "IT'S A GREAT LIKENESS, ISN'T IT? ALMOST AS GREAT AS ME!"
Frisk glanced at the verdant foliage carefully trimmed to resemble the skeleton's face. "Da- Asgore made that, right?"
"Yes, Asgore," Toriel answered curtly. Her tone was sort of stern, but she was clearly supressing a smile. "Here we are."
Toriel helped Frisk out of the car. "Thanks, Goat-Mom," they said jokingly. Toriel gave a good-natured sigh.
She gently woke Sans up, who grumbled something about never being able to sleep uninterrupted, causing the Queen of the Monsters to chuckle. "Would you two like to come with us to the door?" She asked. Due to Papyrus' propensity to speak very loudly, Frisk wasn't sure if it was the greatest of ideas.
"NYEH! OF COURSE WE WOULD! I SHALL STAND BY MY HEDGE AND LOOK CUTE! UNDYNE TOLD ME IT'S A GOOD WAY TO MAKE FRIENDS."
Sans just grunted and slipped out of the car, hands stuck deep inside his pockets. "'kay, fine."
"Ugh. Why do they always have to come?" Chara muttered. Frisk reminded themselves to ask her what she had against the two skeletons later on.
"Alright. Come along now, my child!" Toriel took Frisk's hand into her own and they strolled towards the school's entrance. A few parents and students had arrived, but not many. Frisk waved at the skeleton brothers. "Bye, guys!"
"GOODBYE, FRISK! HAVE A NICE DAY AT YOUR SCHOOL!"
"have a good time, kiddo," Sans called, winking. The brothers were earning the attention of several human parents.
The three Dreemurrs stepped into the school building, leaving Sans and Papyrus alone except for the accumulating mass of parents, monster and human alike.
"welp. maybe this is gonna be a good day after all. time to take that shortcut, huh?"
Papyrus looked down at his brother and raised a brow-bone. "BROTHER. I THINK, PERHAPS, TODAY... WE CAN WALK TO TORIEL'S HOUSE!"
Sans contemplated his brother's words. "i take it back. this is a bad day."
So, um, yeah. Next chapter will also probably come out soon. I'M ON A ROLL HERE GUYS c:
Thanks for reading! Criticism is welcome, if you want. You don't have to. No pressure.
Anyway -
bOI!
~Temmie.