Author's Note: Hm... So, I had fun writing this. Especially since there are some certain characters coming in and let me say: Beware of the fluff!
I don't really have anything else...
Chara: What a miracle!
Oh shut it xD
Wednesday, August 27
I remembered something from long ago while in school. We were doing classwork in second period when one of my classmates asked something.
"Ms. Wollis, why is that your name?" I turn and see it was this annoyingly sweet girl named Jade. A good half of the boys in my class have a crush on her. Not me though. She's annoying and devious. Another reason: she's the little sister of Jared.
My teacher was taken by surprise by this question, "Well, see Jade, that I adopted the name when I was born. My parents' gave me the name." I saw that Jade had nodded and went back to my work. It was Language Arts that we were in and I had half of my packet done for this class. Ms. Wollis told us to try our best to finish if not here, then at home. I was determined to finish it in class.
While I was determined, my mind kept picking at this one conversation I had with my parents. I was too young to understand much of what they were saying but now I do. I think I was four.
"Mommy, why is my name 'Damien?'" I had asked. A couple of older kids had made fun of it, calling me "Damnien." I still don't know why that was so funny.
Mommy was surprised and she called Daddy over. He popped in, giving Mommy a little scare, "Sans! I told you not-"
"you told me not to shortcut, i know. still, you think i'll climb down all those stairs?" joked Daddy. I giggled while he smiled at a very annoyed Mommy.
"Whatever. Anyways, Damien, why do you ask?"
I told them how the older kids called me "Damnien" and they looked concerned. I don't know why though. It was just a nickname that made people laugh, what's wrong with it?
Daddy explained to me how big skeletons always name their little skeletons after computer fonts. I don't know what a "font" is but I pretend to understand. He told me that when the stork carried me to their home that Mommy fought with Daddy over what my name would be. I tried to imagine Mommy fighting Daddy but the image never came into focus.
He continued by saying that Mommy didn't want to me after a font but that he did. Daddy explained that it was tradition, like he said, but Mommy didn't want to give me a strange name that kids will read and laugh.
Mommy cut in, saying that that wasn't true but Daddy said, "is it, frisk?" Mommy just walked away to the kitchen to prepare lunch.
"Daddy?"
"yeah, kid?"
"What would my 'font' name be?"
Daddy lowered himself to my level and looked at me with a goofy smile that he always had, "you would've been sans serif, kid."
"And if I was a girl?"
"probably calibri but your mother didn't exactly want that either." He claps be on my back and stand up, "come on, let's eat lunch, kid."
I continued on my work as I recalled the small conversation. I found out a few years later that a "font" is basically a kind of handwriting for use when writing something on a computer. Only part I understood of that was "handwriting" and "computer" so I guess I know what it means?
Actually, probably not.
Wednesday, August 27, LATER
At dismissal, I was in for a surprise. Uncle Papyrus picked me from school and I was pretty confused. He lived further north in the country so why was he here in Florida?
"READY TO GO HOME, NEPHEW?" he asked. I nodded and we sped away to my neighborhood in his red convertible. We were laughing the entire car ride, mostly of Uncle Papyrus' hilariously awful experiences with nature, heat, snow, and humans in North Carolina. I wondered if his name was a font too. I'll have to look it up on my computer later.
When we arrived home, apparently Goatpa Asgore and Uncle Asriel had dropped in with Uncle Papyrus for a few weeks. Goatma Toriel didn't really approve but Mom was glad. Mom explained to me that they were staying to help us through this time without Dad. As if I need a reminder of that.
"Hey, D!" called Uncle Asriel as he strolled into my room. "Want to go ride bike?"
I like Uncle Asriel. He doesn't visit much but when he does, I enjoy it. He's always doing cool stuff with me and he understands why I like MMORPGs so much. He even helps me get cool stuff in my games and he lets me livestream with him (much to Mom's disapproval though).
I nod eagerly, wanting to get away from my homework and hang out with him. He walks over to me, picks me up like a potato sack, and walks out with a squirming eight-year old. I love him but that doesn't mean I don't hate him sometimes.
Mom sees us even though my uncle was trying to be sneaky. "Where are you goating, Azzy? Trying to kidnap my son?" I giggle at the pun. I like puns. They're funny but I don't know why my uncles both hate them. They say they're annoying but I don't find anything bad with them.
"Ha-ha, Frisk. No, I'm going biking with him." He proceeds to walk out but calls back, "And your puns are horrible!"
Biking was fun. We went around the whole neighborhood and while there were other normal human kids, I don't think any of them saw me and my uncle as an unusual pair. They live in a monster neighborhood, what would you expect?
When we get back home, right before we enter, I ask Uncle Asriel how he and my mom are siblings when Goatpa and Goatma are both monsters.
He froze up and I realized I hit a weak spot of our family's very rich history. "She's just adopted, that's all, D."
He hurries in but I follow behind, "But how do you get adopted?"
"Well, if someone doesn't any parents, another person can take them in and take care of them. They become adopted if the caretaker wants to make the person a part of their family." he explains.
"Does that mean I'm adopted?"
He froze again but not like before. He froze from surprise. "What makes you say that?"
"Well… I don't have Dad anymore so…" I feel uncomfortable. Why did I even ask that question? Stupid me!
My uncle bends down and makes me look at him. His fun, carefree personality showed up nowhere in his eyes. "You stop talking like that, OK? You will always have your dad with you. Always." I nod to show that I understand and he walks away to talk to Goatpa. I don't know why he did that. He never lost his dad, his mom, and I think he was a single child all his life until Mom went into Mt. Ebott.
Right…?
Friday, August 29
Goatma is hilarious.
We had B'sotch Pie (like we always do on Fridays) and the conversation at the table was just everyone trying not to laugh, or for those that were laughing to their hearts' contents (ahem, Uncle Asriel), they got up, left, and hollered in another room. I was one of those that laughed under the table, listening to my goatparents bickering.
"But Tori, we're only to stay for a couple of weeks." Goatpa always did have a calm tone but it wasn't the same as Goatma's.
"Oh yes, I am aware of that, Ass-gore. However, I do not intend on keeping you around children for long. Go crawl up to North Carolina where you cannot harm sweet Damien."
"Wait, Mom, does that include me?" spoke Uncle Asriel suddenly worried.
"No, Asriel. You can stay here with Papyrus for as long as you want. But Mr. Fuzzy Pushover here is recommended to go rule his small kingdom of bachelors in the north. I suppose you can live in the mountains, where normal goats live."
"Tori, I thought we put all of that behind-"
"Don't you 'Tori' me, Asgore. You nearly killed Frisk and killed six other children. Now, you have Damien to take care of."
"Tori, please, I just want to enjoy my time with my grandson."
"Well, he has a point there," chimed Mom in.
At this point, I'm hiding under the table, snickering and trying not to laugh too hard with Uncle Asriel. Uncle Papyrus was finishing up cleaning the kitchen but I'm pretty sure he's hearing the conversation. Though knowing my uncle, he's probably being polite and not laughing too but eh.
Night creeps in and my room goes dark, left only with the light from my night lamp and the light from the moon.
"SLEEP WELL, MY DEAR NEPHEW. TOMORROW WILL BE A DAY FULL OF GREATNESS BECAUSE I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, WILL MAKE THE WEEKEND AS FUN AS EVER." I can't decide whether I like Uncle Asriel or Papyrus more. Like, how do you choose? But, Uncle Papyrus is more relaxed than Uncle Asriel. I imagine my skeleton uncle having to clean up after his roommates, considering how both my uncle and Goatpa don't necessarily keep a clean house like Uncle Papyrus.
My uncle tucks me into bed and leaves, closing the door shut behind, leaving my thoughts to wander. Yet… My mind is blank tonight and I'm grateful.
No dreams for tonight.
A/N: Can I just say that Papyrus is very fun to write xD And Goatbro too. And Toriel vs Asgore too. Actually, T vs A took me a while to get right.
Oh well! So, let's see here... WELL CRAP, NO NIGHTMARES? This is a miracle for the tiny cinnabun (I consider him a cinnabun, don't judge xD)
You know... I write a lot about Sans that I forget the joy of writing other characters and their interactions... I think that's the one thing with this fandom: Sans is way to common. You never really see many Asgore things or even, say, things with Toriel as a main character... Oh, what the hell! The skelies are too fun xD
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