Chapter Eleven:
Welcome To The Family!
*Snrk!*
"ZZZZZ..."
"Hmmm...hm..hmm..."
Heh heh ha ha ha!
"...Hm?"
"Hmm... ..."
HA HA HA HA HA HA!
"!"
"Oh. You're awake."
"..."
"You probably want me off your chest huh?"
"..."
The Font that had been sitting on Frisk's chest got off.
HEH HEH HA HA HA HA!
What are you laughing about?
No-nothing...nothing...
Frisk took out their FontSearch.
Ink And Bones: The Tattoo Font
Attribute: Horror
Type: Physical
Ink And Bones is infamous for giving heavy sleepers tattoos in their sleep.
Frisk looked expressionlessly at Ink And Bones.
The skeleton was currently putting something away.
Something that looked like a needle.
Heh heh ha ha ha ha!
"..."
Their font allows them to temporarily numb their sleeping victim and render them helpless as they work. This ability is also used to catch their food.
Frisk equipped the frying pan.
They are wonderful artists, but for some reason although they'd do well as painters, drawers, or even tattoo artists, they prefer to only work on sleeping people. It is believed that this is because they are extremely self-conscious about their work-
FLOOSH!
The skeleton turned to dust and Frisk checked their reflection in the vanity, each of their eyebrows had a word tattooed above it in what looked like Gigi font.
"..."
THUG LIFE
"..."
HA HA HA HA HA HA!
Pulling up their sleeves, they prepared to beat Chara to death...then they realized they had more tattoos on their hands.
On their right knuckles was the word "MERCY" and on the left knuckles it said "DEATH." The front of their hands said "ANGEL OF"
You get it?
I'm left handed so I'm the Angel of Death and you-
Fuck off Chara, I know you gave them the idea.
Maybe you should stay Determined while you sleep...
I was DRUGGED!
And yet I was able to wake up long enough to put in a few requests...
I hate you, and these are getting removed.
Check your chest! Pfft! They got that too! It's so awesome! HA HA HA HA HA!
Frisk unzipped their jacket.
ONLY GOD WILL JUDGE ME
"REALLY?!"
Let's show Sans that one! Please?
No.
C'mon it'll be funny!
...One time.
YES!
Chara pumped their fist in the air excited.
Frisk smiled inwardly and prepared to zip up their jacket. What Chara did was messed up, but it WAS a good prank and they knew if they had switched places, they prooobably would have done the same exact thing.
Leave the jacket open, it'll distract whatever Fonts we come across.
The child obeyed knowing they were right. They personally hated shirts with sayings and hard to read tattoos, they always felt they needed to read them. It was sort of like a challenge; read the shirt/tattoo while trying to pay attention to what the person was saying and respond correctly.
If any Font tried that while fighting though, they'd be done.
Good idea Chara.
What are partners for?
Frisk looked around the room they were in. It looked...weird. Not like a room they'd find in an asylum that was for sure. If it weren't for being able to see the Ebott Acres sign from the window, they'd swear they were in house.
Leaving the bedroom, they walked around a corner to see another one with a kid-sized bed and a creepy crib that looked like it had been abandoned for ages. Papers littered the floor and crayons were scattered everywhere, some broken and some so old they couldn't read the labels on them.
Messy little brats aren't they?
They left walked past the room and into what looked like a living room, voices where coming from upstairs.
"Dis one!"
"That seed's ugly."
"You's ugly!"
"Girls that's enough."
We must be right below the roof.
Sounds like they're planting a garden.
Let's not disturb them, the door's right there. Let's just go.
Frisk opened the door to leave and gasped in surprise as a Font stood in front of them holding groceries. She got surprised too and spilled them all onto the floor.
"Uh ho, sorry!"
The skeleton smiled. "It's okay sweetheart. Why aren't you with your sisters helping with the garden?"
Another psycho...play along so we can leave later.
"I heard your footsteps outside...I wanted to help put the groceries away..."
"Oh sweetie!" The woman kissed Frisk's forehead. "Mummy can do that on her own. Go help your sisters and aunt!" She patted Frisk on the rear and they went up stairs to the roof like a good child.
The kitchen's right next to the door...weird. Look at this place, the freaking living room and kitchen aren't separated by anything but tile and carpet..it's like a house some amateur built in the Sims!
Maybe my puppy's on the roof, playing with everyone...
"Who dat?" asked a baby noticing Frisk climb up onto the roof.
"That's the newest member of our family Seed! Go say hi!"
Frisk squat down as the baby bones in a dark blue sundress waddled over to greet them...at least they thought she was a baby bones. She looked human to the point where the only thing weird about her was her name.
"Hi, I's Bad Seed. Will you helps plant the garden wit me?" The baby didn't wait for a response, she took Frisk's finger and waddled over to the garden, plopping down in the soil. Her hands, dress, and diaper were covered in dirt, the only spotless piece of clothing she had was MAYBE the black bow in her hair.
A little girl covered in dry blood got up next and hugged Frisk, smiling happily up at them.
As she sat down next to her baby sister, Frisk saw that her yellow dress was also splotched with dry blood and had a huge claw mark scratched across the back exposing her spine.
Was she mauled by a friggen' bear?
Be nice to my sister.
"Uhhh Spiral...your name?"
"Spiral!"
"Good girl," said a skeleton woman smoothing back the little girl's long brown hair that apparently was just fine.
How come everything but her hair is gone?
I don't know Partner, my Horror friends were all guys. I guess girl skeletons don't lose their hair or something.
"My name is Mrs. Monster, but you can call me Aunt Monster. I'm sure you've met the man of the house and *sigh* Aunt Bertha?"
"You don't seem to like Aunt Bertha."
"No one likes Aunt Bertha child...no one."
The woman made a hole with her hand in the soil and then wiped it off on her blue jeans. "C'mere, kiddo. Pick a seed that looks neat."
"Noooo! I's was gonna plant dis one!" The baby bones stomped her feet and held out a weird seed Frisk had never seen before to her aunt. They guessed however, that whatever grew from it would be horrible based on the baby's name.
"Settle down, I'm just having them pick a seed, you can plant yours first."
Oh good.
Bad Seed plopped back down in the dirt and scooched next to Frisk so she could put the seed in the hole. They noticed with a start that the baby had bruises around her neck, as if someone had strangled her.
She IS a Font! She must have died recently.
Who the hell strangles a baby?
People Frisk...people strangle babies.
...
Patting the soil with her little hand, Bad Seed's eyes began to glow purple.
"Watch this, it's super cool."
A sprout grew between Bad Seed's fingers and began to grow bigger.
Bad Seed: The Deadly Garden Font
Attribute: Horror
Type: Poison
A gardener by nature, Bad Seed can often be seen planting strange plants in the soil, most of which are either poisonous or carnivorous. They use these plants as traps to catch food for them over time and use the victims they don't eat as fertilizer.
Although the plants are usually hideous, the plants give off a sweet aroma that is irresistible to most humans, luring them to their demise. When the victim is close enough, the plant will paralyze them with a poison given to them by the Font during the seed stage. The poison is injected into the victim in various ways depending on the plant.
Bad Seed unfortunately never plants the same seeds twice making the studying of their plants difficult. Some claim that some of the carnivorous plants can be tamed while others claim they have seen the plants walking around. The plants live until Bad Seed decides to plant another seed, meaning only one can survive at a time. If you or a friend think you've seen this Font, stay where you are and call your nearest Capture Facility IMMEDIATELY.
Extreme caution is advised.
GRRROOOOO!
FRISK LOOK OUT!
SHING SHING SHING!
Frisk dodged a barrage of thorns that the plant, now gigantic, had shot while growing. The tiny bulb began to grow bigger and bigger shooting more thorns as it outgrew them.
"..."
GRRRRAAAOOOO!
The plant was mostly green and purple, the bulb on its head still closed. The thorns stuck out of the thick beanstalk-like stem sharp and threatening.
"Look! Look what I's made Auntie!"
"Very good Seed!"
GRRRAAAAPPP!
The bulb twitched and opened up to reveal pink petals laced with purple veins. An eye opened up in the middle of the flower and stared at Frisk.
"That's so pretty!" said Spiral, her hands clasped together near her mouth. "It's almost as pretty as mine!"
"No! Mine's prettier!"
"..."
The aroma of the flower was just as enticing as the FontSearch said it was. Frisk had to tap into their Determination to keep from running up to the plant and biting into one of its peach-like petals; they imagined they were soft and leaked delicious juice.
"How come you no eat da' flower? Does it smell like doody? Did I do bad?" Bad Seed's eyes filled with tears.
Patting the baby bones on the head, Frisk forced themselves to go back downstairs.
What was that?
My baby sister was sad.
That's not your baby sister Partner.
"What a strange kid..."
"Mum? Bad Seed made a pretty flower!" said Frisk looking in the kitchen.
Mum?
"I'm coming sweetie!" The mother hurried down the hall and picked Frisk up who held their arms out to her. "Is it big?"
"Yep! It's big and it smells nice. Will you come see it with me?"
What are you doing Frisk?
"Of course I will! *smooch* We better get up there quick before someone takes your turn!" The Font carried Frisk back up the stairs to the roof smiling.
"Mama look! I did that!"
"Very good Seed! I'm so proud of you! You're so talented, just like your father! Where is he?"
"We don't know."
"*Sigh* That man..."
"Daddy's not here?"
Daddy?
That skeleton wasn't your daddy Frisk. Besides you killed him, remember?
Frisk didn't seem to hear Chara, their eyes were glazed over and their thoughts were too far away to hear.
"Where's your seed child?"
Frisk held out their seed.
What's wrong with you?! Don't plant that!
Frisk planted the seed.
"It's not doing anything."
"I got to water it and stuff," said Frisk looking for a watering can.
"You're apose to use your magic."
"I don't have any magic."
Bad Seed stared at Frisk not completely understanding. "No magic at alls?"
"Nope."
"Dat's sad."
"You wanna make it grow for me?"
"No, I's hungry. I wants to eat your face."
"BAD SEED!"
"I have a puppy, do you wanna eat the puppy?"
You're gonna let her eat your puppy...?
"No! Doggy's bad!" Bad Seed waddled to the stairs and crawled down, one step at a time.
"Don't scare your baby sister little one. Come, I'll make everyone some dinner, hopefully your deadbeat dad will come home tonight to see you."
Frisk nodded and took their mother's hand as they walked down the stairs. "What are we having Mum?"
"Same as yesterday sweetheart, people!"
Frisk smiled.
