Looking back, Frisk sometimes wondered how on earth one of them didn't try to kill one of the others more often. After the barrier came down, after Asriel and Chara returned, after Frisk became ambassador, after Papyrus was assigned to protect the returned royal children, the four moved in together. It made sense after all; Frisk was Asriel and Chara's guardian, if unofficially, so they had to live together. Papyrus was to protect the children, so he had to be near them.
Sans, being Sans, was not going to live separately from Papyrus or Frisk. He was taking his promise to look after Frisk more seriously than anything Papyrus had ever seen from him.
"Which," Papyrus quietly admitted to Undyne once, "is the most amazing thing I've ever seen in my life! Whatever happens, it'll only be an improvement."
Undyne snorted and tossed more of the charred remains of her kitchen table—another successful cooking lesson, something Frisk had recommended they try on a whim one day and now can't bring themselves to regret—into the trash pile outside her home. "You say that now, but the only roommate you've ever had in your whole life was Sans. Just wait to see the whole new ways they're going to get under your skin."
"I don't have skin."
Undyne shot him a flat look. "That's even the worse. Now they can work their way into your bones."
Papyrus had no idea what that meant, but it felt ominous. Still, they were getting out of that shithole in Snowdin and far away from the Canine Unit. No matter how annoying they found each other, he was certain it couldn't outweigh that fact.
However, they weren't even moved into the new Ambassador's House in New Home and already Frisk was frowning.
"Oh, wow, that's… that's a lot of cats," they murmured, brows raised high.
Sans shrugged. "Pap tends to collect them. He's like a cat whisperer or something."
Asriel only looked enraptured as he crouched down to look eye to eye with the fat orange tabby with the snaggletooth. "How many of them are there?"
"Six," Papyrus answered before glaring at his brother. "And I do not collect them! They all came to me. They are nothing like those socks you keep lying around. Socks! Disgusting. At least the cats are useful."
Sans shrugged; Papyrus nearly snapped at him for his disrespect before he remembered that 'kill or be killed' was no more and there was no need for that now. Instead, he let it slide. He did not miss, however, his brother's flinch.
"What are their names?" Asriel asked, wriggling his fingers at the orange tabby in hopes to entice it closer. It only narrowed its eyes at him.
"The one in front of you is Thunder Claw. The black one sleeping on the couch is Death Stroke. The white one is Doom Fanger." He pointed to the white one in a bookshelf then pointed to the skinny Siamese next to it. "That is Shadow Stalker. There's a gray one running around, he's Night Terror." He paused and reached down to scoop up the calico cat that had been twining round and round his boots. "And this one is Jellybean."
Frisk smiled but didn't try to come closer, even as Asriel climbed to his feet to tickle Jellybean's stomach. "That's cute, but why Jellybean?"
Papyrus glared. "Because jellybeans are the work of pure evil," he rumbled but instantly brightened as Jellybean began to bat at the handkerchief tied around his neck. "And she's a terrifying creature of wickedness, isn't she?"
Asriel giggled while Frisk and Sans shared an amused look. "Are we really taking all of them with us?"
"Of course we are!" Papyrus scoffed. "I could not leave them here to fend for themselves with those freaks."
Frisk frowned again. "Um, quick question. Are these monster or regular cats?"
"Regular," Sans answered before Papyrus could demand what that was supposed to mean.
Frisk's frown only deepened. "Oh. Are they… strictly indoor or can they go in and out?"
Papyrus narrowed his eyes at them. "In and out? Why?"
For a moment, Frisk stood silently; Sans and Asriel began to watch them intently, wondering what was going on. Finally, Frisk hummed thoughtfully. "Well, I think we might need to make them indoor cats. I, um, I'm kind of allergic."
They paused as the atmosphere around the four of them froze; Sans looked resigned while Asriel looked confused. Papyrus, on the other hand, was glaring. "How allergic?"
Frisk held their hands up submissively. "Not terribly, but my face will get super itchy and blotchy if they rub against it. I, um, only have that reaction to cats that go outside. Indoor cats are fine."
"Sounds like you're allergic to something they're getting into," Sans commented idly, nudging Thunder Claw away as he tried to knead on Sans' pant leg.
"Probably, but I don't know to what. It only happens with cats though."
Papyrus fell quiet—well, this was not so bad. At least Frisk wasn't demanding he get rid of them or put them outside. "I'm not opposed to making them strictly indoor cats." He paused and grimaced. "Although, they should all be given baths before we move them if it is something from them being out of doors that is making you allergic."
"Not helping," Sans announced, quickly taking a step back.
Frisk frowned. "Not to, um, sound like I'm trying to get out of work, I don't think it'd be a good idea for me to help with that. Perhaps I'll work on packing up instead."
"Maybe we should just eat them and save ourselves the headache," Sans offered with a cheerful grin. "We'd even get a meal or two out of it."
Several sharp, pointed bones appeared around the shorter skeleton's skull. Sans began to sweat.
"Or, um, maybe I'll just be quiet."
Frisk frowned. "Papyrus, you shouldn't threaten him." They reached out to grab the nearest bone; Papyrus banished them before they could get a hold of one. Still, when he opened his mouth to protest, Frisk turned to Sans. "And you, stop teasing him."
Asriel cleared his throat to distract them from the sour atmosphere and tried to look cheerful about it. "Can I help?"
That, at least, made Papyrus smile. "Of course, your highness! I'd be glad to have you assist me."
It went about as well as Sans and Frisk thought it would. By the end of it, there was a large water stain spreading across the living room ceiling and even Sans was looking slightly worried at it moved outward. In the bathroom, there was a racket of crying cats, shouts from the two monsters (most of which were either "oww!" and "don't let him get away!"), and the constant sounds of splashing water.
"On the upshot," Sans commented, sitting on the couch next to Frisk, eyeing the precarious ceiling, "who gives a fuck about water damage when we aren't going to be living here anymore?"
Frisk grimaced. "You're not moved out yet. Also, that's going to ruin the property value, isn't it?"
"Well, I doubt anyone would want to buy this place anyway," Sans shrugged. Upstairs, Asriel cried out for the fifth time; the skeleton wondered how much blood was mixing with the bathwater. Maybe Doom Fanger would come out pink colored from it. That'd be kinda funny. "Maybe we'll burn it down as we leave."
Frisk frowned. "This place is made out of concrete blocks, isn't it? It won't burn."
"Well, not with that kind of attitude, it won't."
Frisk laughed, but their mirth died when there was a particularly loud wail of pain from upstairs followed quickly with loud splashing and a yelp from Papyrus. Sans and Frisk shared a look before a door open. Two very damp cats flew down the stairs and peeled off into different directions. Shortly afterward, Asriel wandered down, shirt and fur soaked, his face depressed.
"Az, sweetie, what's wrong?" Frisk asked, sitting up. "I thought you were helping Papyrus with the cats."
"I was," he answered, his clothes squelching as he walked over. Looking at the prince, Sans snickered softly; he looked like a drowned rat. Frisk heard and elbowed him in his ribs. Asriel didn't seem to notice. "Then Night Terror decided that I'm the worst and tried to climb into Papyrus's skull rather than let me hold him."
What a glorious mental image. Sans choked on a strangled laugh; Frisk ignored him. "Cats can be very particular about how they're held and who's holding them, I'm afraid."
"I noticed," he grumbled. He reached up and began to wring water out of his shirt directly onto the floor. That at least made Sans wince. "Then Jellybean wouldn't stop scratching me. She got my ankle and I fell into the tub trying to get away. That's when Papyrus said to just go."
Frisk frowned and got up to walk over to him. Looking at him closer, they both could see the numerous scratches, especially the nasty one on his ankle; it was lucky his fur was as thick as it was, otherwise it would have probably been worse. Still, looking him over, it had to all sting badly. Sans didn't envy him one bit.
Frisk took a Cinnamon Bunny out of their inventory and handed it to him. "Here, eat this and go get into something dry."
Sniffling, he took the treat and resignedly began to nibble on it as he turned and walked towards the bag of clothes Asgore had sent for him. Taking the bag and the healing treat, Asriel shuffled off to find a room to change in while Frisk turned to frown up at the ceiling.
"Maybe I should go help instead," they murmured as Papyrus shouted 'don't climb the tiles!' again.
"You're allergic," Sans shot back, wincing at a crash.
"Well, maybe I could dry them? If they're clean, I'm alright."
"I wouldn't recommend it," he replied bluntly. "Those damn things only really like Papyrus and they're going to be wound up. Just let him suffer through it. After all, they're his damn critters."
Frisk might have argued but the ceiling began to groan ominously. Frisk and Sans shared a single worried look before they both scrambled to move television away from the water that began to drip from the ceiling.
The cats emerged from their baths furious and spiteful, but at the same time, they decided they wanted nothing to do with anyone, so Frisk didn't have to worry about allergic reactions. Too bad they were still in this mood a week later when it came time to move them from Snowdin to the four's new home in the Ambassador's House. (Asgore was bad with names in any universe, it seemed.)
The Siamese, Shadow Stalker, gave up the fastest and was more eager to follow Papyrus around, crying at him as he tried to catch Death Stroke. Even when she got put into her carrying case, all she did was lay down and cry piteously at him until Asriel came over to try and make friends again.
Night Terror, which Papyrus had called 'the gray one' but was in reality a Russian Blue, was tricked into coming out by dangling a bag of catnip on a string before Papyrus snatched him up. He seemed resigned to his carrying case, but then spent the rest of his time silently trying to pick the lock, so Asriel had to babysit him as well, to keep him from escaping.
Doom Fanger and Thunder Claw were caught together, asleep in a box. There was a short conversation about just taping the box up and carrying them in it, but then it was decided they would probably destroy the box before they could get it to New Home. Asriel's two new charges yowled and shook their cases so hard that they rattled across the kitchen floor. Death Stroke also made a racket when he was forcibly ripped from the top of a bookshelf in Papyrus' room and then put in his case.
Jellybean, on the other hand, refused to go down easily and led Papyrus, Frisk, and Sans on a merry chase throughout the entire house until she was finally cornered in the living room. Sans guarded the stairs, rather reluctantly since all this running around was tiring him out, while Papyrus and Frisk tried to close in on the cat. The only doorway left open was the kitchen, where Asriel would be waiting with the last carrying case.
Jellybean had other plans. When Frisk and Papyrus got too close, she shot forward, between them. Both lunged forward to grab her and thus both smashed their foreheads together. Papyrus cursed and clutched his brow, while Frisk fell to their knees, their hands shaking as they resisted the urge to clutch their forehead. The two distracted, Jellybean turned on a dime and shot straight for Sans, claws out and eyes crying for blood.
Sans took one moment to blink and then promptly ducked out of the cat's path. The cat flew past him and raced up the stairs.
"Sans! You idiot! Why didn't you catch her?" Papyrus shouted, shaking off his pain to stalk over and up the stairs.
Sans pressed himself against the wall to let his brother pass. "Sorry, boss, but I didn't feel like bleeding just so you could catch your cat." Papyrus growled and disappeared up the stairs. Sans watched him go before glancing at Frisk who was only just then picking themselves back up. "You okay, babe?"
"I'll live," Frisk sighed, reaching up to delicately prod at the mark on their forehead before they inspected their fingers. They frowned as they glared at the dark stain on their new black gloves. Sighing, they dug out a piece of candy to heal their wound. "Your brother has a really hard head."
"Yeah, that's what I've been saying for years."
For a moment, Frisk shot him an amused look as they popped the candy into their mouth. They opened their mouth to make a remark of their own, but then a white, orange, and black blur shot down the stairs.
"CATCH HER!" Papyrus roared.
Sans again let the cat slip past him, but this time, Frisk didn't give up. As the cat shot past them, they dove and reached for them. They'd been aiming to grab her by the scruff of her neck, but the calico was so fast that Frisk missed grabbing her neck, shoulders, or even her back and their hand clamped firmly down on her tail. For a second, Jellybean didn't even know she was caught and kept moving forward; the abrupt and painful stop to her running almost stunned her, but in less than a heartbeat, she'd whirled around latched onto Frisk's arm. Frisk gasped in pain as they got four separate set of claws and a mouth full of sharp teeth embedded into their skin.
Sans winced. "Christ. Frisk, you okay?"
Frisk wheezed.
Papyrus finally reached the stairs and started to descend until he caught sight of Frisk and Jellybean's struggles. "Um. Unorthodox and very stupid method of catching her, human, but at least you got the job done. Now, uh, why don't you let me take her from here?"
"Please," Frisk whimpered.
Quickly, both skeletons hurried over to them; Papyrus untangled the cat from Frisk's arm although Jellybean threw a few last swipes at Frisk before Papyrus could get her away. He carried the furious creature into the kitchen, leaving Sans to help Frisk up.
"Babe, seriously, are you okay?"
Frisk only shook their head, tears welling up in their eyes.
"Hold on. I got you." With a sigh, Sans dug out a cigarette for them and lit it. The item glowed green and dissolved into their mouth; the next second the wound was healed up, although there was several bright pink scars left on their arm.
Pain subsided, Frisk let out a shaky breath. "That… that wasn't my best idea."
"Well, no, not especially."
"Can we pretend it didn't happen?"
Sans patted their shoulder. "Sure, babe."
Sighing, Frisk looked down at the carpet and frowned. "Ugh, now there's blood on the floor."
"Eh, don't worry about it. Now the floor can have a stain like the ceiling does."
"I can't wait to get this over with," they grumbled as the two of them walked to the kitchen, where Papyrus was trying to wrestle Jellybean into her carry case.
In the new place, Papyrus refused to let any of the cats out until he'd gone over one final inspection of every single room in the Ambassador's house. Frisk and Sans fell onto the couch while Asriel played with the cats in the cages. Once Papyrus released the cats, they all thought that would be the end of it.
It wasn't. Turns out, four of the six cats were none too thrilled with the idea of being cooped up inside all the time. Shadow Stalker and Death Stroke were the only ones semi-pleased with their new home and constraints and seemed mostly content to sleep in Papyrus's room for a week or so before they found new perches and beds. The other four clawed at windows and raced to squeeze out of doors at every chance.
It took three weeks for the first grand escape. Frisk wouldn't have thought it would be Doom Fanger who managed it, being a mostly cuddly ball of fluff. But they were wrong and after a whole day of the cat being conspicuously absent, Chara found a large tear in one of the window screens in the empty rooms. While the House had a total of six bedrooms, three were water damaged and needed to have the floors ripped out—since they didn't plan to be living in the Underground for another year, they just closed up the rooms and ignored them. Somehow, though, Doom Fanger had gotten inside one. At first, Papyrus and Sans had a genuine moment of worry that there was a security breach. Then Frisk paused and reached out to pull a long white hair off the tear in the screen.
"It's not one of ours," Chara announced after a quick check—it was too long and the texture was rougher than any part of the boss monster's fur.
Papyrus buried his face in his hands for a moment before taking a deep breath and raising it again. "Help me find him."
"What? Bro, we got work in the morning and the kid's got school," Sans instantly spoke up. "We're never going to find him in this damn city." He shrunk under Papyrus's glare. "Um. I mean, he'll probably come back on his own. So, there's no point for us to run ourselves ragged looking for him."
Papyrus's glare only intensified and Sans began to sweat. Rather than let a fight break out, Frisk pressed on hand comfortingly between Sans' shoulder blades and held the other up to pacify Papyrus. "That's to say, we don't have a lot of time to go looking. Doom Fanger might have been gone awhile, but we're in a big, scary new place. If he got frightened, he might have stayed close to home. So. Let's grab the bag of cat treats and some squeaky toys and go up and down the street. If none of us find him in half an hour, we'll come back here and he'll have to find his way back on his own."
It took some pressing, but Papyrus reluctantly agreed. They broke into teams of two—Papyrus and Chara took the squeak toy, since it was most likely the cat would come to Papyrus before any of them, and Sans and Frisk took the bag treats because it was the more enticing option. After searching around the back and sides of the house, they separated and began to walk in different directions.
"I can't believe he's got us looking for that goddamn cat of his," Sans grumbled, flashing the flashlight up and down the sidewalk. "I say we just go back and say we couldn't find anything."
Frisk frowned. "He's really worried about that cat." They held the bag up and shook it—a few alley cats and a few massive rats stuck their heads up and looked at them, but no white cat.
Sans sighed. "Yeah, I know."
A few monsters peered out their windows or across the street from them as they walked past, shaking a bag and calling out the cat's name, but thankfully no one accosted them. After a half hour, they still found nothing. Frisk sighed and started to put the bag away, but Sans spoke up.
"Come on. There's a fish market half a block over. We'll check there before we head back."
Doom Fanger was not at the fish market. Nor was he at the pet's store or the soup kitchen or in the trashcans behind any restaurants. Frisk would have been amused by the seventh place Sans insisted on checking, but by then their legs were starting to cramp. After peeking into one last trashcan, the skeleton slammed the lid down with an aggravated sigh. "Fuck it, I give up. Papyrus better have found the damn thing himself because if I find it first, I'm going to kill it."
Frisk tossed an arm around his shoulders and tugged him to their side. "And waste all that time we were out looking for him?"
Sans shook his head, but let himself relax up against their side. "Whatever."
They walked, pressed together, Frisk occasionally shaking the bag on the off chance it would get a response. They were almost home when Frisk stopped. Sans looked up at them questioningly as they paused and then raised the bag. Shaking it, they paused and waited.
From down the alley, there was a distinctly familiar meow. Something moved in the shadows—something large and white.
Sans nearly shook in fury. "Why you little fucking-"
Frisk squeezed his shoulder. "No raised voices. You'll scare him." They crouched down and opened the bag. "Hey there, Doom Fanger. Hey there, handsome. I got treats for you."
The cat perked up and took a step closer.
Reaching in, Frisk pulled out a handful and tossed a few pieces into the alley. Like a flash, Doom Fanger began to gobble each piece up. However, when Frisk tried to offer him more, the cat started to back away.
"Oh, no, you don't," Sans growled and his eye flashed blue. The cat rose into the air, form glowing with a blue aura.
Frisk sighed in relief as they straightened. "I'll call Papyrus. Let him know we found him."
"Good. He can take care of the damn thing," Sans kept grumbling, glaring up at the cat as it hissed and twisted around, hating the feeling of the blue magic.
Papyrus and Chara arrived shortly; Frisk was amused to note that Sans hardly seemed put out when Papyrus was too busy cuddling his cat to spare him a word of thanks.
"He's going to need another bath," Sans commented drily as the cat purred up at Papyrus.
"I'll take care of it as soon as we get home," his brother said, pulling his head back from Doom Fanger's side. They all walked back home together; Frisk might have thought that would be the end of it. But the next morning they awoke to find a box of a baker's dozen of spider donuts in the kitchen. Asriel eyed it mistrustfully and Papyrus nearly scalded them as he handed over their cup of coffee, the drink splashing over the sides as he shoved into their hands. "We have to leave early today. We'll see you tonight."
Frisk frowned tiredly as the box as they sipped their coffee. "Were those here yesterday?"
"No," Asriel answered.
"Are they for everyone?"
"I bought them," Papyrus said, handing Asriel his book bag, as if that answered their question.
"Oh. I see you haven't had any."
Papyrus screwed up his face. "I hate the stuff. Goodbye, human."
"See you later, Frisk!" Asriel chirped with a wave as he followed Papyrus out of the kitchen.
Frisk sat down, still sipping their coffee as their sleep-addled brain slowly woke up.
After nearly an hour, Sans stumbled into the kitchen, seeking coffee. He ignored the fact it was lukewarm and began to drink straight from the pot. "That spider donuts I see?" he asked after a long drink.
"Papyrus bought them," they said, setting their mug in the sink. "But I don't know if he wants them or not."
Sans perked up. "Oh sweet. More for us. Wants some?"
Frisk slipped a few into their inventory while he began to immediately stuff his face. "Are you sure this is fine?"
"Yeah, Papyrus doesn't like spider donuts. He never buys them for himself."
Frisk paused, smiling. "Is this a thank you for last night?"
Sans stopped, half-eaten donut hovering just out of range of his teeth. "Look, don't read into it. Pap, he… he just believes in positive reinforcement."
Chuckling, Frisk pressed a kiss to his temple as they swiped his half-eaten donut. "If you say so." They popped the donut into their mouth and smiled down at him.
Asriel made the big discovery four months later. He'd been quiet the whole way home, letting Papyrus chatter to himself to fill the air—Papyrus was very good at that and Asriel was honestly quite glad for it today. He'd even let Papyrus hold his hand as they skirted a crowd—Papyrus hated walking him through crowds, too many chances for an attack—and then "forgot" to let go as they cleared it.
The house was empty when they got back; Frisk and Sans would be gone until nearly dinner time. Papyrus left Asriel to his homework and went to go get started on some chore.
Asriel walked over to the couch, let his book bag smack into the ground as it fell off his shoulder, and then slumped silently forward. Burying his face in the cushions, he reached out and dragged the nearest throw pillow to him before he planted his face in that as well.
I hate this, he thought to himself—he had to be careful, or he'd accidentally broadcast it to Chara. His skin felt itch and loose, his fur heavy, and his head cloudy. He felt like he needed to bury his roots into the ground—he needed nitrogen and good fresh earth.
Asriel wanted to dig his claws into his feet to remind his body he didn't have roots anymore.
In his bag, there was another letter. He knew what it would say—permission slips are to be signed by a child's parent, not by unassociated grownups. Please have Asriel take this slip to his parents and have them sign, or he will not be able to attend next week's fieldtrip. The first time it happened, he'd thought maybe his parents were trying a harebrained scheme to get him to talk to them. Now he knew it was just his teacher being an asshole to Frisk. Asriel didn't even want to go to the stupid Aquarium anyway.
Asriel closed his eyes and tried to breathe.
Maybe if he could bury his fingers in the soil of his father's garden, maybe then his crazy body would fall silent. Maybe he would just toss away the note and skip school the day of the trip.
But that wouldn't fix the real problem.
When they were younger, Chara once told him that if they died, they wouldn't mind be reincarnated at a part of him. "Your heart, maybe," they'd whispered, clutching his hand in the dark, after they shoved their beds together. "Then, when you're happy, you'll know it's me, being happy too. And when you die, we'll be together again."
It had sounded strange, even a little upsetting, but that was just Chara back then. Now he knew, knew how awful that reality was. Because it didn't matter if he could talk to Chara at any moment, if they were never alone again, because the truth was simple.
No matter how close they were now, Asriel would never hold Chara's hand again in a late night when they'd shoved their beds together. They'd never press their mouths to each others' ears and whisper secrets again. They'd never squish their sides together, put their faces cheek to cheek again.
No matter how far Asriel stretched his hands, Chara would always be out of reach.
Something loud and warm pressed itself against the top of his head. Blinking, Asriel lifted his head and saw the Siamese, Shadow Stalker, turning to press her flank against his head again. He chuckled and found the will to lift one hand and stroke her back. "Hey, you dumb thing. What do you want?"
She purred, arching her back into the palm of his hand. He laughed and sat up, bracing himself against his elbows before he lowered himself back down and began to pet her. She flopped onto her side and let him run his hands down her side, purring all the time.
Cats were funny creatures; they cared nothing for him when he wanted to play with them, and it was only once he ignored him that they wanted to come near. Chara had tried to explain it to him once that he'd been scaring the cats, but he'd been content to realize he just had to play hard to get them to play. Still, they also cared nothing for his problems, and only wanted him to do as they pleased.
It should have been annoying, but their deceits were so simple, they only amused him.
Stroking her side, he found that itchy feeling slowly vanishing and soon enough it was time for Frisk to come home. Asriel shifted to sit up properly so he dig out his homework, but paused.
Does Shadow Stalker look fat to you? he thought at Chara.
*You mean more so than usual?
He grimaced. Shadow Stalker wasn't a fat cat; he'd just about said as much to them when something shifted under Asriel's hand. He froze and pulled his hand away. Looking down, they watched silently for a long while. Frisk came home and started to call to him when he shushed them. Finally, he saw it.
Something inside Shadow Stalker moved.
"What's wrong, bud?" Frisk asked, walking over to him.
Frowning, he turned to them. "I think Shadow Stalker's pregnant."
Sans shoved his head through the kitchen's doorway. "What?"
Shadow Stalker wasn't the only one pregnant—turns out, Papyrus had never gotten any of the cats fixed. How they hadn't been hip deep in kittens before then was a mystery, but by next fall, there were fourteen cats in total. Papyrus and Asriel fought tooth and nail to keep every single one of them, but in the end all but two kittens were sent to live with Asgore, who'd done the sensible thing and moved into a country house with a big barn once they'd officially rejoined humanity on the surface. Whenever they came to visit, if Papyrus were to sit on the grass, he'd be immediately swarmed with adoring cats.
Frisk was doomed to wake up from naps, covered in eight cats, their face itchy and blotchy. Sans was doomed to chase cats around the neighborhood until ungodly hours of the morning, shaking cat treat bags in the vain hope it would draw them near. Papyrus was doomed to constant baths that always ended with at least two cats trying to climb into his chest cavity to escape him. Chara was doomed to being constantly followed by cats while Asriel had to constantly chase after them.
And yet none of the really minded.
Except for Sans. But there were always more spider donuts in the end, so he didn't bother to complain.
A/N: This was supposed to be the start to a small mini-series of stories about the five of them being annoying roommates to each other (yes, even Frisk), but I don't know if I'd do the whole thing anymore. Maybe just one story per person? Anyways.
If you can't tell, I've own SEVERAL cats (actually, to be legit, I've probably owned upwards of forty cats-I had one cat that had nearly two dozen litters in her 9 years of life, all of them with at least three or more kittens, not that we kept them all). Frisk's allergy was actually something that happens to me, although I've grown out of it somewhat in recent years. I also had to hunt down a indoor cat that had escaped using cat treats. Word of warning, if you must give a cat a bath, make sure to trim their claws beforehand. Learn from my lessons, kids.
I can't claim ownership of Doom Fanger-that cat actually came from a voice over skit from Crashboombanger, which you can see the original post and an animation I found with some links that I'll add to my profile page. I'll also toss in a link to the Underfell game by ManiaKnight, mostly since I just really like that game and because Doom Fanger's going to be in that too!
There's another comic I wanted to link here, but I'm having trouble finding it-it's a UF comic where Frisk accidentally kills a Temmie by hugging it and Fell!Papyrus congratulates with a hug as they cry, telling Sans he heard that positive reinforcement is good for children. If you happen to have a link, I'd love to have it so I can properly link it here. I'll probably find it by next week and post it at the end of that chapter, but all the same, if you have a copy, send it my way! (Even if it's only to a comic dub, that'd help since I can reverse search it.)
EDIT: An awesome person on AO3 happened to have a link to the comic, so I'll post that to my profile as well.
Also, I found the comic that helped inspire last week's chapter-I'll link that too. (It's not a Frans comic, just one I got a good laugh out of.)
Geust: Well, since last week's chapter wasn't your cup of tea, I at least have good news for this week: I finally got an outline set up for the Alphys/Undyne story you requested ages ago! Hopefully I can get it done by next week or at least the week after since it's going to be on the longer side of things.
