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Interference in bold, puns and memories in italics, magic is underlined.
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While going about your day, you receive a random email. It contains the lyrics to a song...you hum along. Shyren joins in, and the crowd applauds!
Asriel
So, after an exhausting morning of lego-induced creativity, Frisk decided her sister needed to learn how to play videogames. Why? I dunno. It's kinda a mess, though. For one, her hands are so tiny! Cuteness factor, but...tiny is not so good for the big controllers we have. Frisk borrowed a copy of some kid's racing game from her freshman-year roommate, and Silver let her put it in.
I will not laugh like a deranged flower. I will not laugh like a deranged flower...I will not laugh like a condescending college student either. Nuh uh. Nope. No matter how sad this is.
"Come on, sis, you can do this! I believe in you!" Frisk has given up on driving her car and is trying to cheer up her sister...or at least, get some kind of a reaction. Silver's car keeps ramming into the sides of the course. When she gets free of one, she ends up ramming the other. This is...sad. If it weren't impossible, I think she might even have gone backwards.
The poor car has finally made it out of the starting block - and immediately falls off a cliff. The winner's screen pops up, congratulating Frisk on her victory, "...sorry."
Frisk looks so sad. I try to think of some way to salvage this situation...nothing. Most of our games are like that, racers or fighters or sports stuff. None of us really like the gorey stuff, or the actiony ones with such horrible monsters...even if they are funny to laugh at. I start digging through the pile of games, trying to find one that won't embarrass the kid. Oh, yes! This will be perfect!
"Hey Frisk, what about this one?" I hold up my find. She turns from her study of the back of her hands, and she looks so worried. I feel the same.
When she sees the title of the game I'm holding up, though, she grins, "Yes Yes YES! Put it in - Silver, this is gonna be great," I can feel uncomprehending look through the back of my t-shirt, "Trust me. If you get lost, Azzy will take over for a while, okay?"
Wait, what? Did she seriously just volunteer me for rescue duty? I turn around, game safely in the console, and come head to head with a look of pure deviousness and determination. Yep. I am such a goner. I try not to let my goofy grin drift up, no matter how much she loves it.
"...okay," Silver readjusts her bean bag, one of Mom's...less amazing creations. She and Silver went online to look for fabric, and, knowing Silver, getting a good reaction was probably...difficult. So they ended up with this stuff styled after Southwestern Native American rugs and blankets...but it ended up being really stiff and scratchy. Mom went ahead and made the bean bag, though, and so now Silver has to deal with what is, in essence, a stiff cube. I can't imagine how it can be comfortable...Silver probably wouldn't notice, though...or tell us. I think I need to have a talk with Mom when she gets back this afternoon.
The familiar theme song floats through my ears. Ah, yeah. John Williams soundtracks are the best. Human music is so weird, but his stuff?...it's pretty good. The startup screen, with it's little lego airplane zooming by. We both look over to Silver, hoping to see some kind of reaction, "...what's Indiana Jones?" Uh, okay. We may have a problem.
Frisk looks over at me, signing quickly over Silver's head.
-We got it from the library last time. Find a copy?-
I nod, and whip out my phone, while Frisk starts explaining that it's a movie series humans made a while ago, and that we'd watch it later. We spent about three days explaining what movies, the internet, and tv shows were a while back...actually, just technology in general. Still not sure how that went. I try to think who to ask, and go for closest first.
-Uncle Sans, help!-
As always, the skeleton responds almost instantly.
-what's up kid, something got your goat?-
I roll my eyes. Really Uncle Sans? Really?
-Golly, that was a first.-
I didn't realise until after I hit send just how Flowey that comment was. Great. Overprotective skeleton arriving in 3...2...1.
Plink. Silver falls out of her bean bag, giggling, tries to get up, harrumphs, and falls over again. Frisk helps her while I pull the fuming skeleton into the storage caves, trying to ignore the feeling of sins hanging off my neck.
I shut the door, and turn on him, definitely not flinching at the Blaster he summoned, "Okay, sorry! That one just kinda slipped out, sorry! Don't blast the fuzzy goat kid!"
He sighs, and the Blaster nuzzles up under his arm. I can't tell if they're trying to reassure him when they do that or looking for treats. Probably both. His other hand goes up to rub the back of his head awkwardly, "sorry, i just...yeah. what do ya need help with, kid?" I resist the urge to roll my eyes. Frisk gets called that by him all the time, but somehow, when he's talking to me, it becomes incredibly obvious he's making a pun.
"Well, Frisk was trying to teach Silver about videogames...did you know she has really tiny hands?" Okay, I'm rambling. I can't help it, he's still being all spooky and the Blaster's still hanging around, okay? I can freak out a little, freaking out is better than - oh, great. I'm crying now, "Anyway, racing was a really funny failure; not in a mocking way, in a...well, a 'this is so horrible how do I even' way. Aaaannnd we needed another game, and I found the Lego Indiana Jones game Gerson gave us for Giftmas a few years back and we put it in and Silver's never seen the movies and we don't own them and Frisk asked me to find a copy and-"
Sans puts up his hands in the approved 'calm down, kiddo' manner, the Blaster vanishing into...wherever it is they go when they're not here. I try to get my breathing back into something resembling normal patterns, try to stem the tears...breathe...breathe...breathe…
Finally I seem to be...well, not so freaked out and blubby. Sans has moved over to one of the suspiciously labeled boxes of 'important stuff' that appeared the day Silver moved in. Suspicious in that Mom never labels things with the word 'stuff' and the labels are in Comic Sans font. Handwritten. Totally not suspicious.
"So…" I will not cry like a baby, I will not cry like a baby, "...do you think you can find a copy of the movies?"
He gives me an odd look, then it's gone, "sure thing, asriel. tell the kid me and pap will be by for movie night later on."
I don't think I invited him, but it's not like Silver and Frisk won't love it. I nod, he winks. Plink. Okay, now to explain why he didn't wait around long enough to say goodbye.
Sans
Finding the movies wasn't that difficult - after all, he had access to the systems of the university, the School, the Librarby, and the local human districts. A few shortcuts later and he had all four movies, as well as everyone's favorite flavors of Nice Cream. Well, everyone's that he knew of - Silver hadn't exactly indicated a preference for anything yet, except maybe his magic and Gift. Not bothering other people didn't count as a preference.
He went with lemon flavor for Silver because why not? He hadn't tried that one yet. So far she hadn't melted for chocolate, vanilla, blueberry, caramel, ketchup, or Golden Flower. Frisk had deftly saved her from trying the spaghetti flavor produced solely for Papyrus, Undyne, and overly enthusiastic tourists. Not that the tourists ever made that mistake twice. Funnily enough, they rarely tried the ketchup flavor. To each their own.
He dropped the movies on the front table back home, threw the Nice Creams in the fridge, and jotted down a note to his brother in case Papyrus got there before the end of his last class. He doubted his caring brother would be pulled away from his visit to a floundering hospice in the neighboring state before 5 o'clock, though. Sometimes he was too awesome.
Class was...okay. Why he'd let them convince him to hold these Saturday Seminars in Basic Magic...they usually ended up flops. He'd finally managed to get a fairly good chunk of material condensed into two four hour blocks, but people really needed the longer course. Half the humans who tried to sign up were on the spectrum of heckler to terrorist, and so they'd ended up with a three-weeks-in-advance sign up policy that scared away some of the honest students. This week had just...well, he wouldn't grace it with a description.
A bumpy shortcut and he was collapsed on the couch, too drained to move. All he wanted was a nap and maybe some ketchup...ketchup sounded great.
"BROTHER! WHAT IS THIS NOTE YOU HAVE WRITTEN ME ABOUT A MOVIE NIGHT WITH THE HUMAN AND THE TINY HUMAN AND THE PRINCE? THIS IS EXCITING! NYEH HEH HEH! WE MUST PREPARE A BATCH OF MY FAMOUS 'FRIENDSHIP SPAGHETTI'!"
Okay, maybe all he needed was the sound of his brother's enthusiasm. That was the best medicine in the entire world.