Welp, we're back to Frisk!
I just had the best idea ever…
Y'know how there was no Papyrus date?
Well, I think I just found the second best option
:3
Poor Frisk is in for the most awkward thing ever in her life.
With a cinnamon doge
Frisk's awareness came back slowly.
First she could feel her heartbeat, and a throb that danced along side it.
Then she began to feel warmth, soft. Light.
There was a weight beside her on the couch, something that seemed heavier than Papyrus.
She felt extremely disoriented.
Wh… how… how long…
Frisk found she felt a little better. But it felt like she was out for a long time, and she couldn't remember a single thing.
Even weirder was the savory scent of pie wafting through the air.
Frisk groaned and raised her arm to her head. It was weak and heavy.
The weight shifted.
"Oh, goodness! Are you awake, my child?"
Frisk froze.
Who was that?
It was a soft, motherly tone. It was so gentle Frisk didn't feel frightened, only suspicious.
Frisk forced her eyes open. They were stuck together from how long they had been shut.
A white and purple blur sat on the opposite end of the couch.
Frisk growled softly.
"Good, you are up. No need to be frightened little one, my name is Toriel."
The name made her ears prick.
She felt like she had heard it somewhere…
Frisk pushed the thought away. She didn't feel like making the throb in her head worse.
She didn't feel like making anything worse.
"W…why are you here?" Frisk asked, wincing. Her throat felt even more raw than before.
Her vision was clearing, and Frisk could see Toriel in more detail.
She was huge, but she…
Looked like a woman Asgore.
Frisk realized she heard the name from Asgore, back in the ruins.
Are they related, like Papyrus and… him?
She didn't even want to think of his name.
Toriel's brown eyes sparkled warmly.
"I came here to heal you, child. You had a horrible infection from your leg wound. You really had the two brothers worried sick."
"I had Papyrus worried sick." Frisk corrected bitterly.
Toriel looked confused.
"... I am cooking a pie at the moment. I hope you like butterscotch? And cinnamon?"
Frisk blinked. That's that smell…
"…yeah, I… guess…"
Frisk used the armrest of the couch to pull herself up. It took a lot more effort than normal.
She also felt empty and thin, and she noticed the bones on her wrist seemed to stick out more.
… infection, huh…
Toriel ran her fingers through her long ear-fur.
"Good. Take it easy, you've had a rough sickness. You may not have full strength for awhile."
Frisk tilted her head.
… I don't have "awhile" to stay here though. I'm leaving as soon as I can.
I need to get away from him.
Toriel had a book with a snail on the cover in her hands.
Everything about her just seemed… homely, right down to her scent. She smelled like warm fire.
Frisk gazed at her.
"Why'd… you help me?"
Toriel looked surprised.
"Why not, child? Oh, excuse me, I call everyone child. But why would I want to let you die? I care about humans, very much. Besides, I've heard a great deal about you and how kind you are."
Frisk's ears twitched.
"Huh? From where?"
That's creepy…
Toriel gave a warm laugh.
"From Sans, of course!" Frisk tensed at the mention of the skeleton. "He's talked to me a lot about you. He seems very fond."
Frisk felt a pang in her chest.
"Yeah, right." She growled.
Toriel looked confused once again.
Frisk shrunk back.
"Oh, s-sorry… I… I don't want to talk about him right now." She apologized.
Toriel adjusted her glasses.
"Okay, my dear. I do not know why, and it is none of my business." She said.
Frisk's shoulders slumped in relief.
It's nice to not be prodded at.
The door creaked open, and Frisk immediately felt a blast of cold air.
Surprisingly, Papyrus was the one to open it. He usually slammed it.
He had a white paper bag stained with grease in his arms. He seemed appalled by it.
"Sans, Lady Toriel, I'm home!" He called.
"Papyrus, please lower your voice." Toriel reminded.
"Oh, sorry! I didn't- HUMAN!"
The second Papyrus's eye caught her he ran over, throwing the bag on the table. Frisk was scared he would smother-hug her to death, but he skidded to a stop right in front of her.
"YOUR UP! YOU HAD THE GREAT PAPYRUS WORRIED! YOU WERE VERY ILL AND WOULD NOT WAKE UP! I AM SO GLAD YOU ARE OKAY!"
Tears sparkled in his eye sockets, and Frisk still felt guilty for worrying him.
"I'm fine, Papy." She forced a tired smile.
"You must be hungry! You haven't eaten in a long time! If you do not refill, you will look just like us!" Papyrus patted his chest.
Frisk snickered.
"Uh oh, people will start thinking you're my brother."
"Yes! Exactly why we must feed you as much as possible!"
Toriel raised her hand.
"Easy, Papyrus. She can't overdo it now."
"Oh, right! Would you like some of Sans's fries for now? I'm sure he wouldn't mind. He hasn't been touching them that much anyways."
Frisk shook her head violently, making herself dizzy.
"No! I don't want his food! Keep it away."
She didn't even want to eat Grillby's, or smell it. It brought back bitter memories.
Papyrus looked a little down.
"Okay. Lady Toriel is cooking pie and chicken right now, she's almost as good at cooking as I am! I just brought Grillby's to try to get my brother out of his room. He hasn't come out of there often, and he hasn't even touched the ketchup in the fridge! He's acting strange. Now that I think about it, so are you!"
Frisk looked down.
Papyrus didn't know where to stop. "Did you and my brother have a fight?"
Frisk kept looking at the floor and bit her tongue.
She knew if she said anything, it wouldn't be pretty. It was either burst into tears or snarl and snap, and neither would have been good.
So she stayed silent.
Toriel seemed to understand now, and she stood up and placed a large hand on Papyrus's shoulder.
"Do not bug. Why don't you go upstairs and tell Sans dinner is almost done and he should come down?"
Papyrus enthusiastically saluted.
"Yes, Lady Toriel!"
He ran up the stairs faster than ever.
Toriel giggled as he did so.
"He's such a sweetheart. Now, would you like some chicken? Papyrus is right about you needing to eat. I know you may not be hungry but you should try something."
Frisk thought for a moment.
"Yeah… I guess…"
Toriel was right about her not being hungry, but her body was shaking from weakness and she didn't feel sick to her stomach anymore.
"Good. I'll be back shortly."
Toriel left for the kitchen. Her footsteps were heavy, probably due to her size.
Frisk took a breath.
She liked Toriel. She reminded her so much of Asgore, minus the bad memories. Like a mother to everyone.
There was talking upstairs, and what sounded like Papyrus's nagging.
Good. The jackass deserves it.
Frisk stared at the wall to the opposite side of the room for a bit, counting the sprinkles on the pet rock.
Her attention was snapped by a creak on the stairs.
Frisk didn't turn her head, only her eyes. Her ears swiveled backwards.
Sans was standing at the bottom of the stairs, his hand on the armrest. His eyes flickered warily.
Frisk's body immediately began to shake, and her chest felt like a storm.
It was all she could do to not yell right then and there.
There was a heavy silence.
"…hey. How… are you… feeling?" Sans's voice was quiet, awkward. A little frightened, maybe.
Frisk didn't care. She turned and bared her teeth.
"Why do you care?" She snapped.
Sans recoiled. A look of hurt flashed on his face before being replaced with annoyance.
"God, how unforgivable of me to care about how you feel after you almost died."
Frisk did not take lightly to his tone.
Her tail bristled, and her ears forced forwards with aggression.
"No thanks to you."
"Me? I'm not the one who ran off in the middle of Waterfall!"
"Oh, because I'm the one that decided to bring out giant skull things and act all pissed off for something I myself did, right?" Frisk snarled.
Sans wasn't sounding any happier. He rolled his now dim eye lights. "Great, back to this. You have no idea what I feel like, what I've been through. You only care about what you feel like!"
Frisk responded to the growl in his voice with a growl of her own.
"Says the person who only cares about his promise."
"You really are more blind than a goddamn one eyed badger. First of all, a promise takes two fucking people, and I didn't just make it for me. Second of all, you think that's the only thing I acted on? You know I'm a lazy ass. But poor Frisky doesn't care, Because poor little Frisky got her feelings hurt!"
Sans's expression began to change, the anger fading just as quick as it came.
"You act like you're the only one hurt by this. Like I'm some big bad guy with no heart, right? Look, Puppo, the world isn't black and white. I didn't mean to snap at you right now, but I think you really need to think a little more about this. Why do you think I brought you back from Waterfall?"
Sans moved closer, and his voice lowered. Frisk back against the couch and growled deeply.
"The same reason I'm still alive in the first place, the reason I wasn't killed to begin with." She lowered her own voice too, but she couldn't control the venom in it.
"I didn't ask for you to bring me back, I actually wanted the opposite. I'm the anomaly, right? So what does it matter that I die, I can just come right back. You don't break your promise, and I don't have to deal with shit like this." She added.
Sans flinched, his eyes going wide.
"You… you really… no. That's not how it works. I don't care if you hate my guts, I don't care if you think you can abuse your power. You have no idea. You are not going to die. Even if you think you have unlimited power- which you don't. If I don't have that privilege then you don't either."
Sans's voice was shaking, and his words had an ominous feel to them.
Before Frisk could reply, Sans turned around and trudged up the stairs.
He pushed past Papyrus, who, to Frisk's horror, looked like he had been there for a decent amount of time.
Papyrus turned to his brother and reached for him.
"Sans…"
Papyrus's arm fell as Sans disappeared upstairs, followed by the slam of his door a few seconds later.
Frisk was trembling. Her muscles would not rest as her heart slammed her rib cage.
Worst of all, she hurt.
There was a horrible pain in her chest that would just not go away.
She desperately wished it would stop, that she could just fade away and not feel anymore. It was so much better when she was numb, when the cold cut off the pain.
Papyrus looked down at her, looking torn and upset, before following his brother.
Frisk grabbed at her chest.
Dammit, I hurt Papyrus. The person I didn't want to hurt. I just want it to go away…
She caught a glimpse of white fur and saw Toriel at the entrance to the kitchen.
She hoped Toriel didn't see that either.
Considering…
She's the one Sans made the promise too, isn't she.
Frisk couldn't look at her after that.
Toriel just went back into the kitchen silently.
Eventually, whatever food was ready and plated. Frisk certainly wasn't hungry now, but managed a few mouthfuls.
Then Papyrus finally convinced Sans to come downstairs.
He sat far away, on the floor against the wall. She couldn't even see him from where she was.
Nothing was said between them.
That night was probably the quietest ever in the skeleton household, with even Papyrus acting strangely quiet.
Probably for the best.
…
The next few days Frisk learned she really liked Toriel.
Toriel had lots and lots of books, especially history books. She also had the desire to be a teacher. Which was great for the two of them, because Toriel could teach her history and Frisk could get her fill of it.
Toriel had a spare phone that she had given Frisk, and Frisk was happy with the gift. She could go on to Undernet, which was like the monster equivalent of Facebook. Papyrus tagged her in EVERYTHING.
Frisk also loved Toriel's pies. Once Frisk could get up- which was long before Toriel really wanted her up- Frisk watched and helped Toriel with her cooking. Asgore sucked at baking, but Toriel was an all-around cook. She even got Papyrus involved and the three of them spent quality time in the kitchen.
Even with Toriel and Papyrus, Frisk still felt an aching hole in her chest.
Frisk was watching as Toriel showed Papyrus how to make cookie dough. Upon learning Frisk loved chocolate chip cookies, the Great Papyrus insisted that they make some as a "get better" present. He pushed her aside and said "We can't let you make your own get better present, Human!"
She found she would much rather eat the cookie dough un-cooked.
Toriel's mothering intensified at the suggestion.
So Frisk sat on the counter, watching the chaos unfold.
Her leg was healing nicely, with some help from Toriel's herbs and healing magic. Her magic was very limited in that it could only heal very minor scratches and such, and stop bleeding, but a little of it each day was speeding up the healing process.
As Papyrus was rolling a very lopsided cookie, a knock rang out through the house.
Frisk jumped, and Papyrus looked towards the door excitedly.
"I'll get it!" Papyrus called, sprinting to the door.
Frisk and Toriel exchanged glances.
Papyrus fiddled with the door handle (it had become stiff for some reason) and then pulled the door open.
A fluffy dog in armor stood outside.
Frisk stiffened.
That's armor… is he a royal guardsman? He has that symbol on his chest… oh no…
Frisk pulled herself off the counter, standing stiffly.
"Oh, Rocky! Why are you here!"
The dog's eyes widened, and he scratched the back of his head.
"O-oh, I, uh… wanted to… y'know, see the human? I've never actually… seen one. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone!"
Frisk tilted her head.
What the….?
"Of course! Come in!" Papyrus moved aside.
Rocky gave a tiny bow in appreciation.
"T-thank you."
Rocky padded in, kicking snow off of his paws before stepping on the carpet.
The second he saw Toriel he bowed.
"Greeting Q- er, miss Toriel."
"Greetings." Toriel returned, tone amused.
Rocky's blue eyes fixed on Frisk.
She bristled, suspicious.
They stared at each other for a few tense moments.
"Uh… hello. I'm… Rocky."
Rocky approached slowly, and Frisk noticed his tail was down.
He extended his paw in greeting.
Frisk glared at it for a few moments before accepting his 'paw shake', never taking her eyes off him.
"I'm Frisk…"
Rocky took a step back, smiling.
"Nice to meet you!"
Papyrus ran in and pointed at the dog.
"He may be a member of the Royal Guard, but he's real nice! He agreed to keep you a secret!"
Frisk's expression changed.
He… is a member of the Royal Guard! But… he…
Frisk's aggression faded.
"Um… t-thanks…" she stuttered.
"No problem! Unless Dogamy finds out… then I'm a skinned pig, heh."
Rocky laughed nervously.
Yeah, funny.
"I think you'd make a lovely rug." Toriel laughed.
Rocky looked even more nervous.
"N-not funny! I love my fur." He put his paw in his mane of fur that pooled over his armor.
You've got too much of it. Frisk said mentally.
Rocky avoided eye contact.
"So, umm… I've got to go now, but… do you think I could come back again?"
He was looking at her.
Why?
Frisk motioned to Papyrus.
"Not my house, ask him."
Papyrus leaped in joy.
"Yes, of course! I would love to have another friend!"
Rocky let out another nervous chuckle.
"Y-yeah… see you." He waved and then rushed out of the door.
The second he left Papyrus put his hand on his chin.
"Weird."
"Yup." Frisk agreed.
"He's sweet." Toriel defended.
"Cookies dough is sweet too." Frisk reached and took a finger full of dough.
"Frisk!"
…
Rocky came and went for a short time every day.
He only really wanted to talk to her, really.
Frisk didn't know how to feel about him. He was sweet- it was hard to believe he was a royal guard member- but he was just weird.
Frisk couldn't put her finger on why.
He seemed to really want to be friends.
Which got Frisk thinking…
Maybe she could fill the void in her chest with another close friend?
She didn't feel… right, thinking like that. Like Sans could just be replaced. But she shook herself and told her the jackass was never real, it was all a fairytale.
Frisk made an effort to make friends with Rocky, which wasn't a lot on her part.
At least they both liked dog movies, like Lassie.
Frisk wondered how Lassie got down here anyways.
It was also time Frisk thought about moving onward through Waterfall. She would be going alone now, and she was injured. But she had the Save stars.
It came to her attention she needed a weapon, just in case.
She had lost her dagger long ago in the river.
Rocky, being a Guard, seemed to be a good person to ask.
He said he had some spare daggers and knives at home, if she wanted any. He then said he had one she'd really like.
She said as long as he didn't want them.
So a box full of weapons, an obviously newly bought case with a wolf dagger in it, and a box of Cinnamon Buns showed up on the front porch.
Frisk thought that excessive.
Toriel and Papyrus both did not want Frisk to have these weapons.
"Child, they are sharp! You could hurt yourself!"
"Duh. The point is to hurt someone else if they try to hurt me."
"Human, I do not feel comfortable giving you these. I feel like you will use my brother as a target."
"… thanks for the idea, but unfortunately, no."
"Child, you could buy a… taser! Less likely for you to get hurt." Toriel proposed.
"Okay, you go find a taser. Good luck." Frisk replied.
"Human, I really don't believe you when you say you won't use these on my brother."
"Papyrus. No."
"What a horrid way to show you have an attraction to someone!" Toriel stated.
"What?" Both Frisk and Papyrus said in unison.
Toriel winked.
"You really didn't figure it out yet? He likes Frisk."
Frisk's eyes narrowed and her lip curled up.
Ewww, I'm being chased by a dog… wait…
Frisk touched her ears.
That's why.
Oh boy…
…
Frisk did like her Wolf dagger. It had wolves carved delicately into the handle, hand painted and everything. It was really cool.
She didn't want to… disappoint, even though she was kinda grossed out to begin with. She just wasn't… interested.
In a dog.
He had gone out of his way to buy her a nice wolf dagger and a box of cinnamon buns (which she sorta ate half of in one day, of course without telling Papyrus.) so she felt… bad.
So he asked her out she sat there awkwardly for awhile before saying okay.
She regretted her life decisions and wished for her old friend darkness to talk to her again.
However, even old friend darkness found this predicament gross and left her to deal with her life problems alone.
Whatever, maybe if she went with it she would feel different?
Papyrus couldn't keep his mouth shut when he found out and Toriel couldn't stop laughing.
"He thinks. I'm. Like a dog." Frisk said, staring straight ahead.
"You do have… wolf parts, human! You should be delighted!"
Toriel tried to say something, but burst out into hysterical laughter again.
"I don't have that many wolf parts!" Frisk countered, her face red.
Thank the stars this wasn't happening on the surface.
"He's a royal guardsman!"
"He's a dog!"
"Dog monster!"
"So? That's even worse!"
Papyrus put his arm around her shoulder.
"Don't worry human, I, the Great Papyrus, will help you have the best date ever!"
Frisk scowled.
"You can't make an interspecies date good."
Toriel was still laughing.
"Do you need a Talk, child?"
"NO."
…
Thank god it was only to Grillby's.
Rocky knew better than to go to the capital, or anywhere, for that matter.
For Frisk, it was more of an opportunity to replace old memories with new ones.
Frisk waited outside of Grillby's, no coat. Because more fur would not help the problem.
Rocky showed up painfully on time. He had shed his armor for a nice flannel shirt.
Just that much more fur to go literally everywhere. It looked like he stuck a fork in an electrical socket.
Good thing she didn't look like that.
"Um, hello, Frisk." Rocky greeted.
Frisk blinked. Oh god it's already awkward.
Just pretend it's a normal person it's not a dog it's just a normal person.
Impossible.
"H-hi…"
Rocky opened the door for her.
Nice…?
They got weird looks.
Instead of sitting at the stools, they sat at one of the side tables. The one right in front of the drunk bunny.
Was she always drinking?
She couldn't stop the awkwardness that ensued.
"So, um… Papyrus let me… borrow a book… to help…?"
Frisk's brow raised.
"A book about what?"
"Dating."
"Oh." Frisk questioned how she ended up deep underground with a race of weird creatures and was now on a date to a place named after a literal flame person with a giant fluffy anthropomorphic dog with a book about dating that was obtained from a skeleton.
Rocky pulled out a book and opened it.
"So… um… it says to press C…"
"What?"
"I dunno…"
Frisk had a closer look at the cover.
It was a manual for a dating simulation game called "Mew Mew Kissy Cutie".
Oh Lordy.
Suddenly, the bell to the door rang.
Sans walked in.
Frisk watched as he went up to the counter and sat down in his usual seat. She looked away as he looked over.
She felt absolutely awful.
Rocky brought her attention back to the task at hand.
"… it says to wear clothes to show you care… well, thankfully, we both did that. Wouldn't want to imagine the other option."
Rocky cleared his throat.
Frisk didn't like this.
"… this is a game manual."
"Yeah."
Rocky put it aside.
"…sorry about that." He looked extremely embarrassed.
She could feel the embarrassment sliding off of the dog and onto her.
"It's fine…"
"… do you want to order food?"
"…sure?"
Isn't that what going to a restaurant is for?
"…I'm getting fried dog biscuits, do you want that too?"
"No… thanks… I'll have…" Frisk trailed off.
She was about to say fries, like she always did.
But the point of this was to move on.
Maybe dog biscuits weren't that bad.
"You know what… yeah, I'll have it." Frisk finished.
Rocky's face lit up.
"Cool!"
They ordered, and she could have sworn Grillby gave her a weird look.
She'd be sure if he wasn't a flame.
True to word, they were literal dog biscuits. Fried.
They tasted like it too.
Frisk tired to hide her displeasure at the taste.
She failed.
"You… don't like it? It's okay if you don't…" Rocky asked.
Frisk didn't know what to say.
Rocky sighed.
"It's fine if you don't like it! I guess it isn't for everyone, haha… hey, what do you want to do after this? We could… play fetch, or tug o war, or…"
"Rocky…" Frisk looked up. "I'm not a dog. I'm a human."
"Y-yeah, I know! I… uh…"
Rocky took a breath.
"Okay, I like you. You know that. But I have the feeling you don't like me."
Frisk flinched.
"N-no, I like you! Maybe not… in the same… way though…"
Rocky looked away awkwardly.
"Y-yeah, that's what I meant… I thought maybe you were just being… shy or something and would open up if we went on a date… I don't want to force you into anything, especially if you don't feel the same."
"I'm… sorry, Rocky… I didn't want to hurt you and say no…."
She left out the part about trying to use him to replace Sans.
Rocky put a paw up.
"No, it's okay! At least you tried, right? I'm a little disappointed, to be honest, but not hurt! Hey, but can we still be friend?"
"Yeah, of course!" Frisk said.
I think it will work better now that we've gotten… this… out of the way…
Rocky smiled.
"So that's that then! Well, I guess we'll eat and be on our way."
Rocky ate his biscuit (Frisk left hers untouched) and they talked about dog movies.
It was a lot nicer now that the awkwardness was away and she wasn't trying to replace anyone.
She still felt guilty when Rocky paid for everything and left.
Frisk decided to stay behind.
She didn't really feel like going out into the cold right now.
She rested her head on her arms.
She felt horrible.
Not physically, really. Emotionally.
She felt like the scum of the earth.
She stayed like that, staring at the broken jukebox at the far corner of the room.
Without warning, something was thrown onto the table.
Frisk snapped out of her daze.
She realized it was the coat she left at home.
What… who?
Frisk looked behind her in time to catch Sans leaving.
Frisk stared at the door for awhile.
Then she turned back to the table.
Sans had gotten her that coat…
Did he come here just to bring it to her?
Frisk buried her head in her arms, putting her chin on the cold table.
I don't know what to think anymore…
Lol XD please know that that whole Rocky/Frisk thing was just for fun because I thought it would be extremely funny and awkward to have a one-sided thing there. Rocky is now an official friend, and member of our cast! I love the cinnamon doggy :3 (ship name? Risky? Frocky?)
Sans, bub, you just keep screwing up! But note that his snaps are very short, and he's generally very emotionally drained after. An important character trait.
And he still cares about Frisky Frisk Frisk!
Other than that this chapter is just a rest chapter, also filler. I wouldn't count this in the Waterfall arc, or at least the second portion.
Reviews!
iluvfanfic:I loved rocky! such a cinnamon doggie! (i loved paps reaction to humans having bones. hehe) also, i liked the pov chapter. what weel happenz? - . lastly, (i also read fire and ice. i loved it.)
Wow, you read Fire and Ice? That thing is really old :0 I'm humbled you like it! It's not my best, but I still loved writing it for a long time. You now know the extent to which Frisk and Ice are similar!
I'm glad you liked Rocky:3 and the Papyrus reaction. Rocky is such a cinnamon bun bun!
Thanks for reviewing, and I'll see you next time!
Me myself and I:Oooh Sans you've messed up now!
I love it when there are consequences to Sans being a j***. I mean, I like that guy and all but threatening someone like at the blink of an eye, someone who is in control of so much power even if they barely know it yet… it's just a bad move on Sans's part.
The whole line of how Frisk doesn't care about dying, because it doesn't matter and it was silly to fear death after all she'll just come back is a good leadup to some darker elements…
But we can just Reset it, right?
I admit I'm wondering if Chara has any role to play in this story, there's been no sign of her.
Also, three chapters just suddenly appeared?!
A bit early for Christmas my friend! ;D
Yup, Sans done goofed.
Consequences, consequences. Lol for some reason I just imagined Someone doing a Genocide and Toriel comes back to life and being like "bad child, go sit in the corner!"
Don't worry, this phycology will be abused later. But remember it's not unlimited, and Frisk gonna have to realize that on her own ;3
Chara will, don't you worry. Not in the way you will expect, though. And there's a dusty timeline yet to be explored ^_^
Naw, why not have Thanksgivmis? (Christmas+Thanksgiving) XD I've had more time and motivation, so I'm cranking these babies out!
Thanks for reviewing, and I look forward to seeing you next time ;D
iluvfanfic:You are right about to be tan mastiffs! The floof is over 9000! I like sans reaction to friskys po
Don't worry, get it! Autocorrect sucks :/ that's why there are some mistypes floating around that I don't catch even after checking! And Tibetan Mastiffs are the floof of the floofy XD
Iluvfanfic:Oh wow I sent the last comment wrong. Anyway, to continue, I liked sans reaction to frisks power. The a*** meter was in the green zone. Loved it. also, what does friskys eyes have to do with the fact that they get darker when she is mad? I am curious! Keep up the great work!
It's okay! Yeah, I actually kinda had fun writing Sans's reaction as well. Even more so in this chapter! Sansy, you can't do that! But Frisky Frisk Frisk is kinda in the wrong in this one too :3
There are some people who's eye color changes very slightly with mood (happy, sadness, anger, etc.). It's usually light eye colors. It's from the chemicals released in the brain. It's very very slight though. But Frisk is affected by the magic in the underground, so I thought it would be a cool little quirk to add. :D
Thanks for reviewing! I just saw your other reviews right before uploading, so I squeezed them in!
Have a good day everyone!
From the Wolf in the mountains,
Comycat~