Frisk quietly opened the door to the house, trying to not wake anyone up, and walked in followed by Undyne, who slammed the door.
"Shhh! Undyne!" Frisk whisper-yelled.
"Oh yeah, oops!" Undyne did not use a quiet tone. From behind her, all of the dogs ran into the home and started sniffing everything.
"That was fun, kid!" Undyne walked to the couch and collapsed on top of it. Within seconds she was asleep. They had played twelve games of bowling. Some of them Undyne had played against Frisk, and some she played against herself. She had gotten so caught up on winning that she took both turns and didn't notice. Frisk just sat back and watched Undyne tire herself out. She would be equally happy for her victories, and sad for her losses... to herself. She was exhausted. Frisk was left alone with over thirty dogs. They all wagged their tails as Frisk got a good look at them. They were finally calm enough for Frisk to count them and take a good look at each one. There were thirty-seven dog in total. She saw that no two dogs were alike. Some were big, and some were small. They all seemed to get along and enjoy each other's company, though. Frisk lay down on the carpet and spread her arms apart. The happy dogs all joined her, and lay on top of her. If someone had come in the living room, they would not have been able to see Frisk, she was completely covered in dogs. She forced herself up and pushed them all off of her. Frisk decided that they all needed proper names. She stood up and ordered the dogs to get in a line so that they could receive their names. Much to Frisk's disappointment, they didn't understand what she was trying to tell them, so instead, they tackled Frisk. They tugged on her sweater. Frisk didn't mind until the sleeve was torn. She scolded the small brown dog who tore it and made him sit in the corner, or at least she tried to make him sit in the corner. When Frisk eventually became distracted by a dog who was chewing on the couch pillows, he slipped away and hid in all of the madness. Frisk decided to just start naming them. She came up with all kinds of names that fit each personality of the dogs. When Frisk had run clean out of names, she realized she had missed some. One of the dogs she had missed was a small husky, who was probably only a couple of months old. She was hiding in the corner of the living room and seemed to be afraid of the rest of the dogs. Frisk remembered seeing her in the very back of the pack whenever they were all clumped together following Undyne. She felt bad for the little dog, and decided that she would put extra thought into the name. She took a good look at the dog. It had bright blue eyes. They reminded her of the sky.
"Is 'Sky' a good name?" she asked the dog. Although Frisk didn't expect much of a response, the little husky put her head down and playfully put her paw across her face. Frisk decided that this was a clear no. She had no idea what kind of name would fit this dog, but she knew that this dog was special. No other dog so far had responded to her words in the correct way whatsoever. The dog tilted her head, looking into Frisk's eyes. A name immediately popped into Frisk's head, it was almost telepathic.
"Fraya" the dog stood happily and ran in a circle to signify that the name was good.
"You like the name 'Fraya'?". At the mention of her name, Fraya perked up and jumped on top of Frisk, licking her.
"Then Fraya it is." Fraya happily pranced back to the corner that she had been hiding in earlier and fell asleep. Frisk looked over all of the dogs and saw one that hadn't been named yet. This dog was slightly hostile-looking. It was growling at the eye contact Frisk had been making. It was a doberman. It had fangs, and intimidating black, lifeless eyes. Frisk recalled this dog always staying close to Undyne, biting near her heels. What kind of name was right for this dog?
"What kind of name would you like?" Frisk asked. The dog growled. She stared into Frisk and ran into the kitchen. The dog rammed herself into the pantry. Out fell Frisk's animal crackers, some chips that Sans had brought, and a can of alphabet soup.
"Hey! Stop that! Those aren't yours!" Frisk watched in astonishment as the dog viciously tore open the can with its teeth. It began to arrange the letters. When the dog finally came to a stop, Frisk slowly approached, and gasped at the name she saw written perfectly with the letters.
Thanks to everyone who is reading my story, I hope you enjoy it!
I appreciate constructive criticism, so please tell me what I can do to make it better and/or more understandable.
The chapters will be longer in the future.
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