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Chapter X - One Punch
When you and Toriel get back to the Dreemurr home, your eyes are even droopier than before. You stumble inside, your foot forgetting to lift itself as you trip over your other foot. You're too tired to admonish yourself for it.
"Child, you're a mess." Toriel mumbles, wrapping her paws around your biceps.
You only giggle in response as she helps you stand upright. You're beginning to see the start of dawn as the very tip of the sun is peeking over the horizon. Toriel makes you sit on the couch, where Frisk is still asleep, curled up in a tight ball, arms tucked under their stomach.
You flop back, sighing. Well, that was one hell of a night. Toriel shuffles away, and comes back with a first aid kit.
"I'm okay, Toriel." You murmur, surprised at how soft your voice is.
"You shouldn't do this to yourself." She says sternly, taking your left arm into her paws and examining it. She treats a few scratches you managed to obtain, and a relatively small cut whose origins you're not sure of. She treats your arms and legs the same way.
"Do you mind if I roll your shirt up a bit? I only want to make sure you have no injuries there, either." Her eyes are patiently waiting for an answer, scanning you promptly.
You shake your head, and Toriel gingerly rolls up your shirt into a bundle, which you hold in your hands, making the tips of your fingers slip inside the crevices of your shirt, enjoying the soft texture of the cloth.
She finds a bruise there. "How did you get this?" Toriel asks. "It looks like it hurts."
You smack the bruise a little bit. "Nah, it doesn't hurt."
"Child, do not..." Toriel groans, glaring at you.
You shrug. "And I have no idea." You reply honestly. "Actually, I don't remember where I got most of those cuts and scratches."
She shakes her head again. "You really need to take better care of yourself, child." She rolls your shirt back over your stomach.
You sit up, but you're tugged back down with a little bit of force. You look down to see that Frisk has captured you in an embrace, their eyes half-lidded.
"Noooo..." They mumble. You hear Toriel chuckle.
"Stay here and rest for a while, child. You've been through a lot."
"I need to coach..." You complain, but sleep is already plaguing your vision. The last thing you see is a blur of white in front of you, then that white fades to black.…
...
*Ebott Jail*
"You don't have to do this alone, you know."
Sans turns to face the King, who is looking back at the skeleton with hazy, tired eyes. Sans nearly snarls.
"like hell i'm bringing someone else with me." He snapped, then he closed his eyes sockets. "'m sorry, i didn't mean to snap. i'll be quick."
"Don't overdo this, Sans." Asgore warns, "we have to videotape this. Remember that when you're in there.
"yeah, i won't." Sans states, then he turns to the police officer-he thinks this one's name is Jamie-and she glances up at the short, angry skeleton.
"Are you ready, sir?" She asks, her hands intertwined and behind her back.
"yup." He responds, eye pinpoints going dark.
The two go in the interrogation room. It's really dim for some reason Sans can't understand, and there's a mirrored window through which he knows more officers and King Asgore are watching, but can't see. There's a small, rectangular, smooth, black table with a handcuffed man attached to it.
"what's your name?" Sans starts.
"Why should I tell you?!" The man spits.
"Sir, we want to do this quickly." Jamie says. "Please. What is your name?"
"Dorsey."
"well, dorsey. i'm pretty sure you know what you're locked up in here for. correct?"
"Yeah." The pitiful excuse for a man replies.
"cool. saves me some talkin'." The skeleton sighs. "aight. now, according to the president, us monsters don't really have rights. yet. but you do."
"Are you aware of your Miranda Rights?" Jamie asks, folding her arms.
"What are they, like, right to remain silent, right to a lawyer, you need a warrant in order to search my place, shit like that?" He responds.
"you got the gist of it, at least." At least this guy and one of the other crooks aren't as ignorant as the other three, who all weren't even sure what the Miranda Rights were. Fucking pathetic.
"Okay. Well, I'm not gonna lie to you, Dorsey. You're in deep shit, to say the least. I don't know what you were thinking, but even though monster don't have rights yet, you still broke into royal property, and damaged it as well. Not only that, but you and your buddies attacked two other people as well."
"What were they even doing down there at midnight?!" He asks. "That's suspicious, if you ask me."
"well, i'd say that it's even more suspicious when shits like you break and enter the underground in order to prove that we 'don't belong on the surface'. undyne's allowed to enter the underground any time she wants since she's the head of the royal guard."
"What about the human that was with her, (Y/N)?" Dorsey asks.
"those two are friends. undyne probably wanted to show her something in alphys' lab. or maybe they were gonna check out alphys' anime collection. but that doesn't matter, all due to the fact that undyne has the right to visit the underground anytime she wants. you, on the other hand, do not. neither did your pals."
Dorsey grits his teeth.
"Not only that, but you destroyed monster property. And, we have it all on video."
"Ugh! I want a lawyer!"
Sans smirks, crossing his arms. "you're gonna need one, buddy." He leans up close. "you know what will help knock time off of your sentence?"
Dorsey says nothing.
"...tellin' your lawyer you're gonna plead guilty. prior to the trial. instead of causing us more trouble, since we've already a trial on our hands," Sans' eyelights disappear, and he puts his hand on the table edge and leans forward, "be a pal and save us some time by pleading guilty."
The man shifts uncomfortably, averting eye contact with the skeleton.
"Sans." Jamie warns.
"i know." He replies. "but hey, we wouldn't wantcha to have a bad time now, would we?"
Jamie smirks as Sans turns around and exits the room, Jamie hot on his heels.
...
Your eyes flutter open a while later. You're not sure how much time has passed by, but it feels like a lot. A moan escapes your lips as your eyes flutter open halfway. Light invades your vision, so you squeeze your eyelids shut and groans. There are murmurs around you, distorted voices that you can't quite make out. Words are not processing through your mind, and you roll over.
There's another familiar voice. This one is younger, and is originating from right above you.
"...awake...okay..." Is all you can make out. Another voice responds, this one is familiar, too.
"…(Y/N)?" The sleepiness drifts to the back of your mind. It's set aside so that you can still focus, but it's still there, reminding you.
Your eyelids flutter open to meet a white ceiling and two pairs of eyes. Groggily, you lift your jello-like arms to try and help you sit up, but they're numb, so you give up.
"(Y/N)?" Comes Toriel's voice.
"Mmffksd?" You respond.
"She's alive!" You can see Frisk more clearly now; their hair is tousled, twisted into tangled knots, their sweater wrinkled. Toriel is next to them, gazing down at you with an amused expression written on her face.
"Was I dead?" You ask, turning your neck. It's very stiff, and it hurt when you move. Ugh, what position did you fall asleep in?
"No, no, child. You just fell asleep very suddenly. Your head fell onto the armrest of the couch, and it didn't look very comfortable, so I moved you here."
"You look dead." Frisk states, climbing onto your stomach.
"I bet I do." You reply, moving your hand to the back of their head.
"Frisk, that wasn't very nice." Toriel replies, folding her eyes over her chest and frowning at Frisk after shooting you an apologetic glance.
"I appreciate an honest child." You admit, poking Frisk in the stomach. They recoil, moving their hands to protect their stomach.
"See mom? I'm honest." They repeat.
"There's a difference between being honest and mean." Toriel counters.
Suddenly, like a tidal wave, the events from last night come crashing down again.
"Wait?! What happened after I fell asleep?!" You demand, your crusty eyes widening in shock.
"I moved you, then I went out to check on everyone." She sighs, an expression that's a mixture of relief and disappointment covering her features, "Sans had somehow managed to get the men to plead guilty. Before they were interrogated, they seemed really stubborn..." She sighed. "I don't know."
"Huh," you scoot up so your head can rest against the headboard, Frisk still clinging to your stomach, "weird. Does that mean there won't be a court case?"
"The men confessed, pled guilty, and Asgore showed the police the tapes. Undyne testified to the police, and all that's left to further enforce their guilt is for you to testify."
"You guys are waiting on me?! Where do I need to go?" You ask, trying to sit up, but Toriel pushes you back down, her sharp, purple pupils glaring at you in a motherly way. You remember seeing this expression on your mom's face when you were in trouble.
You're going nowhere under Toriel's watch.
"They're still observing the damage done to the Underground, meaning that we have spare time. In that time, I will cook you breakfast, you will stay in bed and rest, and then the officers will come here and question you. After that, you will stay until this matter has been resolved." It's more of a command than it is a statement.
You groan. "But Toriel! I have to get home!"
She shushes you, causing Frisk to giggle. "We have notified the head coach. He understands, and your absence has been taken care of. Burgerpants also called, and we explained to him what happened." Another groan escapes you. You're trapped!
"Fine...if you insist..." You say.
Toriel visibly relaxes, then says, "Thank you, child. You've done so much for us, and it'd be wrong for us to leave you alone after an event like this. You don't know how much we appreciate your help."
You shrug. "It's really no problem. I like helping you guys, especially since you're nice to me."
Toriel frowns. "Are people not nice to you?"
You shrug. "Eh, it's kinda like high school. People tease you because you like different things that they can't understand. I'm not exactly like most adults my age, and they don't like me because of it." You shrug again. "I honestly don't care what others think. And if they have a problem with me, then they can say it to my face, and we'll take it from there."
Toriel grins. "If you say so. But if you need anything at all, child, please do not hesitate to call me."
"Thank you, Toriel. I really appreciate it."
She nods, then glances down at Frisk. "I should go cook breakfast for everyone. Is there anything in particular you like, (Y/N)?"
You shrug. "I'm not picky."
Toriel frowns, her expression turning into that of a true queen, "Pick something you like. The least I can do is make something you like."
You groan. Honestly, why does Toriel have to do this?! Can't she just thank you and move on?!
From her posture and the way she's glaring at you, you can tell that she's not going to back down easily. So, reluctantly, you tell her what you like. She nods, her boss mode switch turned off for the time being. "Alright, dear, I'll have that out soon."
"Thank you, Toriel." You say, exasperated.
"Can I stay up here, mom?" Frisk asks. You can feel their chest rising and falling on your stomach. Placing your hand on their head, you slightly scratch their scalp.
"Of course, child." Toriel replies, walking out of the room.
Frisk nuzzles their face into your shirt once more.
"You're cool." They say, not looking up at you.
You grin, then say: "Thanks. You're kinda cool yourself."
You two giggle, then are silent for a while. You run a quick mental check, feeling that the bruises on your arm have been irritated once again, along with the various cuts and scrapes, which you're not worried about. Oh well, you've had worse.
A few minutes go by without you or Frisk saying anything. The silence is interrupted by a pop, and suddenly, two skeletons are standing in the room.
"HUMAN! ARE YOU OKAY?! UNDYNE TOLD ME ABOUT YOUR EPIC QUEST!" Papyrus begins, coming over to your side. Sans follows, his fuzzy, pink slippers sliding along the floor.
"I'm fine, Papyrus." You respond. "How's Undyne doing?"
"SHE USED TOO MUCH MAGIC AT ONCE, AND IT EXHAUSTED HER, BUT SHE IS RECOVERING WELL!" Papyrus replies happily.
"i need to talk to you, kid." Sans mutters, his eye socket lids lidded at about twenty-five percent of the way.
"OH YES! SANS HAS QUESTIONS FOR YOU, (Y/N)! COME, FRISK, AS I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, HAVE ERRANDS TO RUN AND COULD USE A HELPER!" Papyrus grins, lifting Frisk off of your stomach. You pout at the now missing warmth, your stomach now feeling exposed.
Frisk perks up as Papyrus raises them over his head and places them on his armored scapulas.
"Yeah! Let's go!" Frisk announces, and with that, the younger skeleton bursts through the door and runs down the stairs.
You chuckle, trying to sit up more. You find your arms aren't as numb now, so you slide up against the headboard. "I'm impressed."
The older skeleton frowns. "why?"
"Papyrus is still so innocent. Despite all of the evil in this world, the weirdness and the darker parts, you've managed to keep his innocence preserved. That means you must be a great brother." You explain.
His nasal septum and cheekbones turn a light shade of blue, and the white pinpricks in his eye sockets dart away from you. "oh...uh...thanks." He chuckles. "he's the greatest, isn't he?"
"The best. It's hard to find optimists these days." You note, tilting your head back. "Papyrus is just a ray of sunshine." You smile, "Anyway. What did you want to talk about?"
His smile flattens out a bit. "oh, um...i wanted to thank you. for stopping those men from going into my lab. i've got a lot of important models, equipment, prototypes, research..." He sighs. "and it's not exactly rainbows and sunshine kinda research."
You nod. "Sure thing, but Undyne did most of the work."
"but you still helped. who knows how it woulda played out with just undyne there. and...i appreciate the smaller things you do. like the other day when you gave your can of silly string to pap. little things like that just make his day."
You chuckle. "Anything to keep his precious smile on his skull."
"you're a nice human." He states.
"I try. The world isn't very forgiving, so there isn't any point in being rude now, is there?" You aren't sure whether or not it was a compliment or not, so you're just going to roll with it.
It's quiet for a little longer, when you ask: "What kind of science are you into?"
"astronomy, mostly. physics, too. but i love the stars." He shrugs. "nothing too interesting. "
"Astronomy? That's really cool. I wanted to be an astronaut growing up."
"what stopped you?"
"Math. My mortal enemy." You respond, scrunching your nose.
He chuckles. "eh, math is a lot of work...but i like it."
"Why? How?" You press, tilting your head a bit. Who could like math?
The skeleton shrugs, stuffing his hands into his jacket. "you can't cheat math. there're steps, equations, numbers, formulas, and you always have an answer. it's constant, something that never changes. you can set up an equation, and do anything you want to it as long as you do it to both sides. what can i say? to me, math is the only subject that really counts." He doesn't laugh at his own joke, instead, his pinpoints dark up and to his right, and you think he's having a flashback of some sort. You decide not to pry.
You nod, chuckling at the pun. "That...I've never thought about that way."
"but then again, it's a lot of work." His pinpoints glance down. It seems like he's concentrating on something. 'i'd like to go up to space one day."
"Then do it! You're smart enough, actually enjoy math, and you love space! Why not?" You ask. If there's one thing you hate other than anti-monster people, then it's wasted potential, especially when it comes to friends.
He's silent for a while more. "i don't know."
"Then at least consider it. You have potential to do something you love, and you deserve that chance." You finish, leaning back on the headboard, folding your hands together in your lap.
Neither of you say anything for a while, and Sans looks like he's deeply contemplating something. It's more of a companionable silence than it is awkward, the both of you trapped in your thoughts.
"i should probably get back." He says after a few minutes, then smiles. "see ya around, squints."
"...Squints?" You question, attempting to raise a single eyebrow but failing miserably and just raising both your eyebrows, making your forehead wrinkle up. You narrow your eyes instead. There, much better.
The blue on his nasal septum has returned in a paler form. "uh...um...i...think it...suits you?" He tests the words on his jaw. Or teeth...? Close enough. Monsters are weird.
"May I ask why?" You ask, slightly amused at the blushing skeleton.
"...you squint. when you're confused. you tilt your head, too."
"Really?" You ask, then you realize that's he's right. You just squinted and tilted your head. Holy shit. A short laugh escapes you as you realize what he's talking about.
"You're really observant!" You praise, a smile gracing your lips.
"...heh, i guess you could say that. see ya around, squints." He winks at you before vanishing.
...Of all nicknames, too.
…
Toriel's back in the room you're staying in a few minutes later, this time carrying a large, shiny, silver tray filled with white dishes sporting the food you'd requested.
"Here you are, child." Toriel sets the tray down in front of you, and you can only stare at the oasis of food in front of you. Various scents are wafted towards you, and it smells like perfection in food form.
Another one of your stupid giggles escapes you. "I've never had breakfast in bed before! Thank you!"
Toriel smiles one of her warm ones, and pulls up a lone chair that had been residing next to a dresser on the wall to your left up to the side of the bed you're lying in.
"I'm glad I surprised you pleasantly. I hope you like it. Please eat, child, the officers will be here soon."
So, you dig in. Once again, you are not left disappointed as some of your favorite flavors throw a party in your mouth, flavors vivid and delicious. You close your eyes, shoulders instantly relaxing and slumping forward, almost heaving in a contented sigh, mouth instantly consumed in pure bliss.
"Is everything alright?" She asks you.
You make a contented noise and nod. Toriel laughs, and watches your expression change from shock, to bliss, back to shock, and then bliss again.
"So good..." You murmur in between bites. "How?"
"Well, it's quite hard not to perfect cooking skills in the years I've had. It's almost become second-nature to me, and it's something I can lean on when I need to get my mind off something particularly nasty."
"Wow. This is so good. Stars, I wish I could cook like this!" You groan. "Why can't I cook like you?! Well, then again...I'm probably not as passionate about it as you are."
"Maybe. All it takes is a recipe, practice, heart, fresh ingredients..." She chuckles. "Just ask Undyne. Or Papyrus."
"Speaking of them, how's Undyne? Papyrus told me she's getting better, but was she hurt?"
"No, child, just exhausted." She assures you.
You sigh. "Okay. Good. She captured one of the men, then asked me to watch him while she took care of the others. She didn't go into detail about what happened." You sigh, hitting your head against the headboard.
"She asked about you, too, dear." Another one of her admonishing sighs escapes her. "That was very reckless. But...we appreciate the fact that you care."
You shrug. "You guys have been so nice to me. I only want to help!" You reply, shoving more food into your cakehole.
"We understand that, child, but you need to consider your own safety too." Toriel responds with a frustrated groan. You don't think it's directed towards you.
You think Toriel threw some healing magic into your food, because your bruises and cuts are slightly tingling, and you feel warm and sleepy.
"Did you put magic into this?" You question, eyeing your food.
"I did, just a little bit of healing magic for your bruises. I hope you don't mind." Toriel says.
You shake your head. "I was just wondering."
Soon, there's a knock at the front door, which causes Toriel to excuse herself and go answer it. You continue chewing until voices approach, and Toriel reappears with two officers, one female, the other male.
"Here are the officers, Miss (L/N). I will be back momentarily." You nod.
"How may I help you?" You ask with a smile.
"Good morning, miss. I'm Officer Tom, and this is Officer Jamie. We're here to get your input on what happened last night and early this morning." Begins the male.
"Alright," You say, setting down the glass of water Toriel brought up.
"Could we get your side of the story?" Officer Jamie asks.
So you tell them everything, about how you and Undyne were originally going to look at whatever she wanted to show you to what actually happened, and how everything eventually played out. They listen to you, occasionally asking for clarification or jotting down notes. After you're finished, they ask you a few more questions, some of which are about Dorsey, and you answer as well as you can. Some of the questions, you can tell, are trying to see if the monsters had anything to do with your injuries, or if they've done anything to harm you. That last part makes you sour, but it won't help anyone if you start ranting.
"They've been nothing but nice to me." You respond, voice confident and firm.
They nod. "We believe you, miss. You think that's all we need to get those shits arrested?" Jamie asks Tom. At least it seems like they're on the monster's side.
"Ah-huh. Alright, thank you Miss (L/N), we appreciate" Officer Tom concludes. "Thank you for your input."
"No problem." You respond. Toriel comes back in, grabbing the tray filled with now empty dishes.
"Is there anything else we can do to help?" Toriel asks, stacking some of the dishes together.
"We might need you and King Asgore to come down to the station, but things are looking pretty good for now. Thank you again, miss."
"You're welcome. Have a good day!" You pipe up, giving them a smile.
"You too, ma'am." Tom responds. They exit the room, and Toriel escorts them out of the house. After you hear a door shut, followed by her soft footsteps padding up the stairs, she comes back a moment later.
"Undyne and Alphys are on their way over, and Sans, Papyrus, Frisk, and Asgore are coming, too." She smiles. "You're stuck with us for the rest of the day, I'm afraid."
You chuckle. "I'm okay with that."
She laughs, then pats your head affectionately. "You may want to get some sleep before they come."
You shrug. "Guess I could use another nap."
"Do you need anything? I will be out for a bit, but everyone should start piling in within the next forty-five minutes or so. Undyne and Alphys will be here about fifteen minutes before that."
"I'm good right now." You say. "Thank you, though."
The goat mom gives you a smile, then nods. "You're quite welcome. Well, I must go, but if you need anything, just give Alphys or I a call. Your phone is hooked up right there, it was quite close dying when you fell asleep."
"I will. I really appreciate this, Toriel." You say, smiling at her as you get comfy under the warm covers.
"We like to help our friends. Now, get some sleep." She says, walking out and gently closing the door.
This is a very fluffy bed, you notice.
So fluffy.
So warm.
…
You're interrupted from your peaceful nap by a door slamming, and footsteps rushing up. You groan, sitting up. Black dots surround your vision as you move so suddenly. You take a few seconds to let the black spots fade away, and for the dizzy spell to pass when Undyne is suddenly inside the room with you.
"PUNK!" Undyne yells.
"Yo, you okay, Undyne?" You ask.
"ME?! I'm fine, just tired. What about you?!" She demands. She's wearing a loose, yellow tank top and dark, blue running shorts, her red hair untied and very, very wild.
"I'm fine. I mean, you're the one who passed out! Come on, Undyne, I didn't think that the trip out of Hotlands took as much as it did out of you!"
"It didn't!" Undyne replies. "I was just...overwhelmed!"
"Undyne..." Alphys mutters, coming in behind her. "(Y-Y/N), are you okay?"
"I'm good. Just a little tired." You reply.
Undyne sighs. "Come on, we're going to watch some anime together. But I'm going to sleep at nine or ten tonight."
"Th-that's okay, sweetie. You d-did a lot last night." Alphys turns to you. "W-Wanna watch some anime with us?"
You and Undyne support each other as Alphys frantically tries to make sure both of you stay upright. Undyne's got her arms slung under your arm, and you're supporting Undyne's shoulders, both of you leaning against each other.
"We got this, Alphy!" Undyne comments as you two approach the bottom. Undyne seems to be recovering well, but you can tell she's still pretty weak. You know that she's hiding her exhaustion behind her toothy grin. Yeah, today is definitely a good day for anime.
"Okay, o-okay, just take it e-easy." Alphys says, scampering into the living room. You and Undyne follow her.
"What are we going to watch today?" You question as Alphys does something you can't quite see with the remote.
"We're still debating. Gah, I don't think Netflix is working on the TV right now, though." Alphys mutters, annoyance written all over her face.
"Doesn't she have internet on this TV?" Undyne asks, crossing her arms as she leans on the doorframe.
"No, I don't think so." Alphys sighs, shutting the TV off.
"Dude." You start.
Their heads swivel towards you. "What?" Undyne asks.
"Do either of you have a laptop?" You ask, beginning to get excited.
"I do!" Alphys says.
"...Do you think Toriel would mind if we made a fort?" You ask.
Undyne grins, "YES! We are doing this!"
"Y-yeah! Frisk and Papyrus make them all the time! Let's do it in the basement! There's m-more space down there, and more blankets!" Alphys adds, the yellow scales on her cheeks turning pink.
"YES! LET'S DO THIS!" Undyne roars.
So, the three of you stomp down to the basement, where you find a dark coffee table, and another couch that has removable cushions. The room lacks a TV, though. But it has a good layout, and it will work perfectly. The three of you start collecting all kinds of things: you and Undyne collect sheets and pillows, and Alphys goes to the store to grab some snacks. Soon, you and Undyne have made the basic shape of the fort: attached over the coffee table is a large, baby blue sheet that stretches over the main 'room', the carpeted floor big enough to fit you, Alphys, Undyne, and a few more monsters. Next to this 'room' is a smaller room, which has a bucket filled to the brim with bags of chisps (which are all different flavors), candy, Pocky, and soda. Near the entrance to your fort is a line of rope, courtesy of Undyne, that stretches across the top and has a blanket draped over it to create a makeshift entrance. All sorts of mismatched and mixed sheets have been used to create this legendary fort, and you can't help but feel proud of your accomplishment.
You crawl out of the fort a while later, then stand, stretching your back, legs, and arms out. You blink a few times to get your eyes adjusted to the light, which is a bit darker than the multicolored rays inside the fort. There are two windows in the room, which are both covered by a curtain, and there's a sliding door which leads out onto a patio.
Out of curiosity, you move towards the window. Where does this patio lead to? You jerk the curtain away, and find...
...something...er, someone, that's not a window.
"What the hell?!" A shrill voice yells. You yelp a bit, jumping back to see a yellow...flower. In a pot. With a face.
"HOLY SHIT!" You yell.
"Who are you?" He asks, folding his...petal arms...together.
"Um...I'm (Y/N) (L/N)." You respond.
"Wow. Another human. Just what they need."
You're not really sure what he's implying, from the way his voice is dripping with verbal irony.
"...Excuse me?" You ask.
"Yeah. You heard me." Flowey smirks.
"PUNK!" Undyne yells.
"Yo!" You respond, turning around to face Undyne, who is helping Alphys carry tons of grocery bags into the room.
"What's...oh. You met Flowey." Undyne sighs.
"B-be nice, Flowey." Alphys warns, "You know how Frisk would take this."
The flower sighs, rolling his...eyes. "Yeah, yeah. The problem is, I don't care."
"Just i-ignore him, (Y/N). He's not e-exactly a happy camper." Alphys says. Undyne steps in front of you and grabs the flower's pot.
"HEY!" Flowey barks, "PUT ME DOWN, PEASANT!"
"We really don't need him to ruin this." Undyne comments before opening the door to the patio and setting him on the table that resides out there.
"Now," Undyne starts, shutting the door to silence Flowey's irritated screeches of insults, "let's get set up."
So, the three of you crawl into your fort, and Alphys starts up Netflix on her laptop.
"Here we are..." She says, selecting One Punch Man.
"This show is the best." You say.
"I know, right?! Alphys and I haven't watched it in forever!" Undyne cheers.
"Th-there's no way we're skipping the theme song." Alphys comments.
"Of course not! We're singing it. Every time. Even if it means we mess up the lyrics. I mean, that's, like, sixty percent of the fun right there." You say. "Hell, I have it as my alarm when I wake up every morning!"
Undyne grins, her eyes glittering with excitement. "I didn't know humans could be so awesome!"
So, this why when Sans and Papyrus come in when you all are on the fourth episode, they hear frantic "ONE PUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNCHHHHHHHHHHHHH! THREE, TWO, ONE, KILLSHOT!"
"UNDYNE! WHAT...EXACTLY ARE YOU THREE DOING?"
"ONE PUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNCHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Undyne yells in a high-pitched voice.
"I can do it better." You smirk. Undyne glares at you.
"OH YEAH?! SHOW ME WHAT YOU'VE GOT, PUNK!"
From then until Papyrus steps in, you and Undyne take turns singing the very beginning, starting off by seeing who could get the tone right, then seeing who could hold it the longest. The two of you are pretty evenly matched.
You must look like a complete idiot.
Oh well.
"I-I think you both were pretty great, but Undyne h-held it longer..."
You throw your hands up in the air. "It's not about who held it longer. It's about who completely destroyed the mood! You gotta go like: ONE PUUUUUUUUUNCH, not like, one puuunch."
"I did!" Undyne yells.
"ladies, please." Sans crawls in under the fort, sitting next to Papyrus, who is a hunched over a little bit from the ceiling blanket's close proximity to the floor. Still, he looked cute curled up in a ball, silently "NYEH HEH HEH"ing. Sans, on the other hand, laid down and faced the laptop. Papyrus curls up next to his older brother, and Sans does not reject. Undyne and Alphys cuddle up, and you get into a comfortable position. Frisk comes in a while later, so you fire up the anime and devour all the snacks. You scoop an armful of snacks up, then you dump them in front of the four of you. Undyne and Alphys grab a box of Pocky, Papyrus accepts some popato chisps, and Sans breaks out a few dozen miniature packs of ketchup. You take your pick of snacks, and stow some away for later. You, Undyne, Alphys, and Frisk compromise that they can have the candy as long as you, Undyne, and Alphys get the Pocky.
After another episode or so, Frisk gets up to check on Flowey. You sigh; you've ate a lot, and you still aren't feeling it...yet. You have a hunch that Toriel is going to make you stay for dinner, and if that's the case, then you're probably going to face a lecture from her. Well, at least you're not in it alone, you think, glancing at Frisk as they come back in with Flowey tucked under their arm. They shove away their pile of open and ripped-up candy wrappers, then lay down again. Flowey is quiet for the rest of the marathon.
Everyone is quiet, save for the quiet chewing and occasional whisper. You, Undyne, and Alphys have a fangirl attack when the Mumen Rider stands up to the Deep Sea King and says his little speech about doing what is right. Shit, he's too much of a cinnamon roll! C-Class hero, S-class heart, you think.
You all are smooshed together, with you in between Frisk and Undyne, Alphys next to her, Papyrus next to her, and then Sans next to him. The fort is barely big enough to hold all of you at once, but it works.
"I don't wanna tear this down. It's so cool!" Frisk says when season one is over, and there is no more Saitama-sensei and Genos-kun to watch.
"Hey, punk! We can just build a better one next time!" Undyne points out.
"ESPECIALLY IF THE GREAT PAPYRUS IS PRESENT TO HELP!" Papyrus adds, crawling out of the fort.
"What is going on down here?" You all turn to face Toriel. Frisk races to cover up the pile of empty wrappers, but it's too late.
"What is the meaning of this?! You've spoiled your appetites for dinner. All of you have, haven't you?"
"I just had a few." Frisk mumbles, now on a sugar crash.
"Me too..." You say, patting your stomach.
You can tell Toriel is surpressing a smile, because she turns around, and brings her paw up to her mouth.
"No more sweets for you, Frisk." Is all she says, and when she leaves, you can hear her silent giggles.
I have a story for you Fairy Tail fans.
So, I was at the big end-of-season meet. I wanted to place in gold times for the 50 Butterfly, but in order to do so, I had to knock off around 3 or 4 seconds off my seed time, which was gonna be hard as hell.
So I texted my broseph (the very one who dragged me into Fairy Tail) and said: "Dude I'm about to swim and I need to place gold. I need Jerza fanart!"
She replied with: "Got this."
And she sent me dozens of Jerza pictures. SO MUCH FANART-
Anyway, the time for me to swim rolled around.
*The fanart of Jerza filled Author-chan with DETERMINATION.
So, when I dove in...
...something magical happened.
My arms pulled themselves faster than I thought they could, my legs were numb.
And I did it.
I placed 14th gold. And earned points for my team.
When I texted her back to tell her what happened...god.
It was beautiful.
I almost cried.
It worked.
Anyway, see you guys later! We've one more pre-written chapter to go :)