When Frisk's stomach decides its time to eat, she opens her eyes slowly. She's still in the bed Red put her in, but neither Sans can be found. She sits and waits with her floral friend. They talk softly about what be did while she was gone. About surviving in the cold and waiting for Sans to let her go. Hoping Sans will let her go. He hugs her tighter.
Frisk smiles. She knows that she's not ok. But she also knows that she'll be better with Flowey nearby. Flowey tries to get her to talk to him about what Red did to her, but all she did was get pale and clam up.
It hurts Flowey that its too much to talk about. "When you're ready to talk about it, I'll be right here." Flowey says softly. Frisk nods, smiling a little. Flowey smiles, happy that she still knows how to smile.
Her stomach growls. She rubs her tummy, too afraid to leave the bed. Flowey slides into his shoe and hops to the door. "I'll be right back." He says. She bites her lip and sits up, letting him go. He opens the door and hops out silently. She presses her back to the wall and hugs her knees as she waits.
Flowey hops up onto the railing as he looks down into the livingroom. He sees the cruel Sans reading a comic book on the couch. "Oi!" He calls down, summoning more courage than he thought he had. "Feed Frisk!" Sans looks up at him, eye glowing. "You want her to get better or not?" Flowey says, unamuzed.
Red gets up and goes into the kitchen where Papyrus is throwing things at Classic for his terrible puns. Red goes in unnoticed and takes a bowl of Papyrus's spaghetti and catches a fork being thrown through the air.
He takes it up to Frisk so the flower will leave him alone. The flower retreats back to his bedroom as Red is walking up the stairs. Red enters the room and Frisk curls up. He sets the bowl and the fork on the nightstand and leaves again.
"The bathroom is the second door. And don't leave any dishes in my bedroom." He says, leaving the door open.
Frisk reaches over and picks up the bowl. She pokes it with the fork. It honestly smells amazing. She takes a bite. Its really good. She eats as much as she possibly can but she can't empty the bowl. She offers the rest to Flowey but he shakes his head.
"I eat soil kid. Didn't anyone teach you about plants?" Flowey says deadpanning. Frisk shrugs. "Jeez you aren't too bright are you?" Flowey says. Frisk shrugs again. "Illiteracy is not a something to shrug about!" Flowey says, a vein popping in his forehead.
"I can read." Frisk says with narrowed eyes.
"It doesn't look like it." Flowey argues.
"I'm in the second grade.. We hadn't gotten into the science unit yet." she says, defending herself.
Flowey narrows his eyes. "That means nothing to me." he says "This 'second grade' needs to advance your education."
Frisk narrows her eyes back. "I can't do anything about it. I went to a human school where I don't control diddly squat." she says "The stupid teachers teach us stuff when they feel like it."
Flowey simmers down a little. "It seems that we're at a impasse." he sighs, rubbing his forehead.
She blinks. "What's 'impasse' mean?" she asks, blinking in confusion.
Flowey facepalms. "It means that no body can go forward." he says. "Literally: can't pass."
She frowns. She looks at the unfinished food as her body tells her she needs to go. She gets up and slowly walks towards the stairs. At first, her balance is off. She grabs the doorframe and gets her bearings back. She leaves her bowl at the top of the stairs so someone would see it before she goes into the bathroom.
In there, she searches for a hair brush. "If you're looking for a brush, they're skeletons. They dont have hair. What makes you think they have a hair brush?." Flowey says deadpaning again.
"It doesn't hurt to look." Frisk says softly as she looks through all the drawers and cupboards.
"Its also rude to go through other people's things." Flowey retorts.
She sighs when she doesn't find one and resigns to using her fingers to tame her hair. She has better luck after she gets it a little wet. When she's done in the bathroom, she opens the door just a little bit, peeking outside.
She doesnt see anyone and the bowl is still there. She opens the door slowly and thats when she smells the cigarette smoke. She looks both ways in the hallway as she starts to stiffen up. She doesnt see him so she slowly creeps back to his room.
"Hey." Red says, coming up the stairs. "Come join the world of the living would ya?" He growls.
Frisk can't help but stare and Flowey sweatdrops. Nor can she resist. "You're one to talk." She says almost inaudibly and Red starts to get flustered.
"Y-you know what I mean!" He growls, blushing. "Come downstairs, stupid human." He picks up her bowl and goes back downstairs with it.
Frisk waits for him to disappear into what She assumes is the kitchen before walking slowly down the stairs. She doesn't make any noise, not knowing what would happen if the tall skeleton saw her.
She sits down on the couch, putting Flowey on the coffee table. She sits there quietly, hugging her knees. She hears the skeletons arguing in the kitchen. It sounds like nothing she'd want to get in the middle of. Things start flying into the living room. Silverware, pots, a chair, half of a table and a cabinet door? She hugs Flowey to her chest.
Red comes flying out of the kitchen wrestling a very angry Papyrus. As they tangle, blue bones come up from the floor, pinning them in place.
"This isn't necessary, Paps." Classic says coming out of the kitchen. "Can't you let this one human go?" His hand and his eye is glowing blue.
The tall skeleton glares at Classic. "Any human that passed through here must die! Its the only way to break the barrier!" He says, trying to push Red off of him.
"This one's mine Papyrus." Red says, eye glowing red. "I don't wanna hurt you, but if it gets the message across, fine." Frisk is frozen in place. She looks away and hides her face, shutting her eyes tight. She doesn't want to see it, even if its not directed at her.
There's a long moment of silence. Then Papyrus makes a noise. "Fine." He says and theres a shuffling of feet. "But if that human fucks up, its soul is mine." She hears heavy footsteps walk by her and go up the stairs. She whimpers. A bony hand touches her head and she flinches away from it.
"Relax, buddy, its just me." Classic says, sittings next to her on the couch. Red flops down on the other side of Classic, grunting tiredly. He looks at her, grinning. She looks away, afraid of his eyes.
Red rolls his eyes and lights a cigarette. He takes a deep drag in and lets it all out in the form of smoke rings. Classic shakes his head and wraps an arm around Frisk.
"H-how did you get here?" Frisk asks him so quietly he almost missed it.
He blinks in surprise. "I know this guy with a giant paint brush." Classic says cryptically, a grin on his face.
She looks down. "Oh.." she says still not really understanding.
Classic chuckles and Red scoffs. "You don't read much do you?" Red asks looking at her from the corner of his eye.
She shakes her head. Why does he care?
"Do you even know how to read?" He asks, leaning forward to look at her.
She nods. "Then I'll go get you a damn book later." Red says, taking another drag from his cigarette. There's a long silence as the fire crackles and pops in the fireplace.
"Is it chilly in here?" Classic asks no one in particular. Red grumbles and takes off his jacket, dropping it on Frisks head.
She puts it on and Classic chuckles. "You don't have to cater to my every whim." He says.
"If I don't, we'll get into another fight." Red growls, picking up his comic book from the table. He reads through it, putting his feet up.
Classic rolls his eyes but does the same thing. "What, you hate fighting me that bad?" Classic asks.
"Almost as bad as I hate fighting my brother." Red admits, turning a page. "I don't like fighting the people closest to me." He adds, giving Classic a sideways look.
Classic smiles. "You should say things like that more often." He says. He directs his attention to the kid whose looking at him with wondering eyes. She blushes and quickly hides her face. Flowey just kinda wraps himself around her.
"Hey kid, I'm going to Grillby's. Wanna come?" Classic asks. Frisk nods and looks around for her shoes. She spots them by the door and goes to put them on. Theyre still slightly wet, but they'll get that way again in the snow. She looks really small in Red's jacket.
"Don't stain my jacket, runt." Red growls. Frisk nods vigorously and Classic grabs Flowey and leads her out the door. She makes Classic hold her hand as they trudge through the snow.
"I hate this damn cold!" Flowey groans, pulling Red's jacket closed around him. "Quit whining. " Sans says with a smile. "Come on, I know a shortcut." He pulls her closer and suddenly they're in front of a bar. She groans and holds her stomach, trying not to puke.