Oh and for the record Frisk is only capable of cooking breakfast food. Because she's inept at cooking like Papyrus, though not as badly. Especially with directions.
For the record I've never played just dance. I've watched friends play it and fail though. XD.
Frisk woke up in a daze.
She was in a warm bed, wrapped in soft blankets. It felt so, so good.
But… how?
She didn't remember anything past Sans's weird comment. It was all a blur she couldn't pull apart. Did she pass out?
She must have.
Storm was curled up between her legs.
She recognized the kitten with a pang. I almost forgot about him, I'm glad he's okay.
Frisk didn't want to move. The warmth and softness felt so good. She recognized it as Sans's bed by the smell.
They must have put me here. I hope I'm not taking Sans's bed from him.
She shifted a little in guilt.
Heavy coughing distracted her from her thoughts.
It sounded like someone with a chest cold, sounding from downstairs.
Frisk sat up, thinking a little more.
Sans was hurt too. I hope he didn't skip out on treatment. Boy, we've both gotten hurt a lot recently…
Frisk thought back to the bandaids from the glass and the dogs. She didn't receive any major cuts in the recent fight, but probably a lot of bruises and something broken.
She limped out of bed, hissing as her leg tensed up. She must have hurt it. She hadn't stood up since being thrown into the rocks, she realized.
Storm mewed in protest then meowed in distress when he realized his owner was injured.
"I'm okay, Storm. I'm okay…" Frisk hushed.
She limped to the door and opened it. Some of the clutter of Sans's room was uncharacteristically cleared away to the sides, much to her dismay. It wasn't clean by any means, just shoved into the corners.
When she went downstairs, Sans was wrapped in a blanket burrito. His bones looked a little paler than usual, somehow. She never mentally noted his bones had a blue tint to them, while Papyrus's were a normal bright white.
He was staring ahead, unfocused, until he noticed her approach. His head snapped up to face her.
"Heya, Snap Pea. Is your leg bein a bitch?" He sounded like he was losing his voice.
"Yeah… hey, are you okay? You look…"
"'m fine. My cold just got worse. Nothin bad. "
"Oh. Cold. You sure do sound like it." Frisk sat down next to him. Storm had followed her downstairs and jumped up onto the arm rest.
"that's what Paps said before confining me to the couch. I hate it." Sans's voice wobbled in the last sentence, probably because he tried to growl. He visibly winced.
Frisk raised a brow.
"You hate rest?"
"Naw. I hate forced rest. I want food."
"And you will be getting dinner shortly! Have some patience, Sans!" Toriel called- with a tone of annoyance - from the kitchen.
"Toriel?" Frisk looked up.
She peeked around the kitchen corner.
"Why hello, my child! Are you feeling well?"
"Eh. Could be better, could be worse." Frisk shrugged. She was slightly stuffy herself.
I hope I don't get skeleton sickies.
"Oh, that's okay, I suppose. Papyrus and I are making dinner. It shall be ready shortly."
Frisk sniffed the air, a little harder to get past her slightly stuffed nose.
"Turkey?"
"Why yes, my dear."
"Vegetable soup?"
"Right again. That's a good nose you have." Toriel winked before going back in.
Frisk turned back to Sans.
"Is Papyrus… okay?"
Sans nodded slowly.
"…yes. He's okay."
Frisk sighed in relief.
Sans's face scrunched up a bit. She could tell he was biting his tongue. Hiding his emotion.
"… I was doing some looking at my notes. Are you feeling any odd side effects after resetting?"
"No… actually, that time… it was rather normal." Frisk said.
"Good. Hopefully, you won't get the chance… but your body and soul can get all messed up and jack. So many things can go wrong with those damn Resets." Sans's voice still scraped through his throat, mauled by his anger. Frisk's eyes teared up unconsciously at how gravelly his voice sounded. It was almost like listening to nails on a chalk board.
Sans broke into a coughing fit again, hacking up phlegm from… somewhere.
Frisk winced.
"Tori is putting some healing magic in my soup, with some herbs. So hopefully I'm not a leaking skeleton for much longer." Sans read her mind again.
"Hopefully. And I hope I don't get it."
"Papyrus sounds like he's getting it. It may just be a monster cold. You may get your own cold from almost dying from hypothermia. Again."
"Always a possibility."
"Maybe try not to do that?"
"I'll think about it." Frisk leaned back.
Sans huffed and hit her arm lightly from under his blankets.
"You look like a Burrito." Frisk added.
Sans frowned and looked down, his pride mortally wounded.
"I know. Toriel kept laughing at me. Papyrus is making me."
"You should roll onto the floor. It'd be pretty funny."
"Paps would kill me. As much as I'd like to mess with him I've got like, zero energy. I wanna sleep, but we need to talk later."
"Huh? I thought talking was done. Well, maybe I have something to talk about with you." Frisk felt returned annoyance.
Sans knew exactly what it was about.
"I told you what happened with the knife. Yes, I kept it from you for a little bit. I didn't mean to keep it long. Hence why it was in my pants pocket."
Frisk snorted. She was still going to feel guilty either way. Might as well not make a big deal out of it.
"But I think… I think I'm ready to talk. About everything. But I want to wait till everyone else is asleep."
Frisk started in surprise. She didn't expect that.
Actually, she had forgotten about that. He could have gone so much longer without saying a word about it. But he was willingly offering it up. It almost scared her.
That isn't like Sans… at all.
Sans looked away.
"I know, it weird… but I've had a little change of heart. And besides, after that other timeline…" despite being under countless blankets, she could see him shudder. "I think it's safer. That you know."
Frisk swallowed and nodded.
Sans sniffled.
They didn't talk any more.
Papyrus came in a little later, bursting with energy.
"Lady Toriel knows the best way to cook Turkey! I have learned so much!" He looked so excited.
Seeing him again, alive and happy, made tears come to Frisk's eyes. It felt like he could fade to dust at any moment.
Papyrus saw her and brightened up some more.
"HUMAN! I am glad to see you up and well! You really scared me! … Human? Are you okay?"
Frisk couldn't help it. She couldn't hold the tears back.
Papyrus grin faded.
"Oh no, human! What is wrong?! Are you hurt? Did Sans say something?" He rushed over, ready to fuss.
Frisk didn't say a word and latched on to him in a hug, taking the skeleton off guard.
"Umm… Human? What's…"
She couldn't get the sound of his bones snapping from her head. His pained face while trapped under Flowey's vines.
"I think she just needs a hug, bro." Sans said softly.
Does he feel like this too?
"Oh, alright. The Great Papyrus shall give you a Great Papyrus hug!" Papyrus bent down a little and wrapped her into a hug, pressing a little too hard. It hurt. But she smiled anyways.
Papyrus wasn't going anywhere. Their sweet skeleton was here to stay.
She finally pried herself away from Papyrus and remembered Undyne and Rocky.
"Where's Undyne? Rocky?" Frisk asked, sniffling. Her crying didn't help her nose.
"Oh!" Papyrus looked a little sad. "They decided to wait till another day. Rocky was called for his Royal Guardsman duties to investigate the forest! And Toriel said that the less people here the better."
Rocky had to investigate?
I guess it makes sense, after all the damage… that thing caused. Frisk shivered, remembering convulsing flesh and snapping teeth.
Frisk sat back down next to Sans. She wasn't particularly hungry, so she wasn't in a rush to have dinner.
Toriel brought in the food, as well as an extra chair for herself. Papyrus sat on the floor in front of the couch.
Sans had difficulty getting out of his burrito, but he eventually freed his arms and started inhaling his food. Frisk wondered if, in the case he couldn't free his arms, if he would just open his mouth and suck it all in like a vacuum. His right arm was still trembling, and Frisk noted it with concern.
"You must have been hungry, dear!" Toriel laughed.
Frisk edged a little farther from him. She didn't want to be next on the menu after he finished with his current food.
Frisk only picked at her food. She just… wasn't hungry.
"Hey, Frisky, you gonna eat?" Of course, trust Sans to notice.
Frisk blinked and swirled her soup around.
"What? Do you want it?" She offered.
"No. I'm concerned as to why you are not devouring anything. You must be pretty frickin hungry too." Sans's eyes scanned her own.
"No, not really…" Frisk looked right back. She didn't have anything to hide. She just wasn't hungry.
Toriel had a similar reaction.
"My child, are you hurt? Not feeling well? Or do you not like it?"
Frisk put her hands up.
"No, No! It's good! I'm just not hungry for some reason. Might be all the stress and stuff. I'll see if I'm hungry later." Frisk felt a little warmth in her chest. These people care about me. I would never find that on the surface.
Sans huffed and leaned back.
"You'd better, or I'll yank your tail till you do."
"Touch my tail and I will be eating you." Frisk retorted.
"Sans, don't bother the human! Human, please do not eat my brother. I do not want to be an only child. Plus, he would be bad for your health!" Papyrus was keeping his voice lower than usual. He was starting to be a little more conscious of her sensitivity after events like this, though Frisk thought they happened much to often. Though he may be a little daft and naive, she had a suspicion that Papyrus could be just as observant and perceptive as his brother.
"I would not. Pure calcium." Sans argued.
"Pure Lazybones! Pure junk food! Bleh!" Papyrus shook his head.
"Yeah, he'd probably give me a stomach ache." Frisk agreed.
Sans shoved another turkey leg into his mouth, not saying another word.
…
Papyrus went to bed unusually early. Sans said he may be feeling some echoes of the other timeline. And that her break down spooked him. Frisk felt bad.
All the lights were off, save for the lamp on the table. It set a soft, calm glow across the walls in the
Toriel had gone home, after making sure that the two of them were alright one last time. She really was a mother to all.
Storm was sitting on top of the TV. The screen was off, reflecting the lamp.
She knew why it was off. Sans said he was finally going to spill the beans. But right now he was just staring blankly ahead.
Frisk didn't bug. She was too absorbed by other thoughts. The darkness didn't feel right. She didn't understand what, but she felt a bad presence and she didn't like it. It made her hair stand on end and her tail to bristle slightly. Storm threw her a curious glance.
The TV spooked her a little as well. Why was she scared of such stupid things?
"Hey, What, you think something's gonna jump outta the TV?" Sans caught her throwing the appliance a scared glance.
Frisk shook her head furiously, flustered.
Sans answered with a single cough. His voice sounded a little better. She didn't expect the soup to work so fast, but it did have healing magic after all.
"So…" Sans started, staring at the wall.
"I… ugh, I don't know how to start this crap."
Frisk shrugged.
"Don't ask me." She wasn't exactly an expert at interaction to begin with.
Sans exhaled and shifted a little. He grabbed the top of his right arm.
"Well… remember how you asked what happened to my arm? Well… you… you were right. I… it was me."
Frisk stiffened a little. She knew it. But she didn't understand. Why would he hurt himself?
Sans sensed this.
"I know it may be weird… but it was a way of coping, for me. It isn't something I think anyone else would understand. Back then I would do it a lot. I permanently messed up my arm. I… I don't really do it anymore, though."
Frisk closed her eyes.
"Are you sure? Will you do it again?"
"I don't know. I wanted to after the thing with Uno, and our argument in Waterfall. But I didn't. I was just purely too lazy to get up, even to make myself feel a little better."
Frisk felt her stomach churn. He wanted to hurt himself because of her?
I really was acting selfishly. She looked down.
"That needs to be taken of, you know. Somehow. There are different... Better ways to cope with things." Frisk said. She didn't know how they would do it, considering she just couldn't understand to begin with
Sans was quiet for a moment.
"…I know. But…"
"What?"
"That's not the only thing. I… Frisk, whatever I tell you stays between us, alright? Doesn't get uttered to another mouth. I'm serious."
Frisk could tell he was. He was scared.
Frisk nodded slowly.
He closed his eyes and relaxed a little.
"The reason I'm breaking now is because today, I realized I could really trust you. Plus, wanted to get that damn promise outta the way. But, as I was saying… I really like being Moon-Blood. I really do. But, it's the parts of me that are really me I can't stand. Back with Uno, I made that choice. It wasn't instinct or anger. It wasn't a wolf. It was me. And it wasn't the first time. Not even fucking close." Sans had tensed up again.
Frisk felt her ears flatten.
"Sans, if you really don't-"
"Frisk, please don't start. I know you don't like seeing upset people, and quite frankly I don't like doing this either. But, for one I want you to know. And two, maybe you're right. Maybe it'd be better if I wasn't the only one with this shit in my head."
She sighed. He was right about that.
"Anyways, remember what I said about you tapping into your wolf side much easier than I did? Well, I meant the spiritual side. The… better side, in my opinion. I don't think I got much in regards to that. But, physical, I've got it naturally. That sided with my… issues… makes for a very unpleasant combo. And it's never served me well. I used to…"
Sans stopped.
Frisk wrapped her tail around her waist, shivering a little. It was getting chilly, even inside.
"Frisk, you know my father, Gaster, right? And that I don't exactly have well feelings towards him? Well, that goes a long ways back. He… he was the royal scientist. He used to be brilliant, the smartest monster anyone has ever known. He built the Core, made medicines… new technology. He served monsterkind well, until… a human fell down. It was the second human. A girl, in her thirties, I believe. I don't know much about her. But they met, and they eventually… Welp, made kids. But, being a human down here isn't forgiving. There's no human specialist in medicine, or any of that. She gave birth to one child and died two days later because she didn't have proper medical help."
Frisk was silent for few heartbeats, putting together the information.
"So… you?"
"Yeah. Paps came along later. From an experiment of his, and by all biological standards he's still their child. Just… lab born. It was his attempt to bring her back. Over that time he… grew heartless, and distant. He didn't fell sympathy, or hatred. He felt nothing. He withdrew into his labs, and clung to the only thing he could progress in- science. Unfortunately, being his kid meant I… was included, in that."
Frisk suppressed her dismay and disgust. Sans was shaking. He was gripping the armrest of the couch so hard the threads were coming undone.
"He kept me in his lab, before Paps was around. He'd call me in to… experiment. It was like I was just a lab rat- and to him, that's all I was. Like I said, he was numb. All he felt was pain over losing what he loved, and apparently still having his kid wasn't enough." There was years of venom in Sans's voice that made Frisk flinch.
Frisk couldn't imagine what it was like. It made her sick to the stomach thinking about it.
"And when he figured out I was a Moon-Blood, things only got worse. He'd put me in… in a room, and send certain signals through. See how'd I react to it. Most of the time, release dogs bred from the Blizzardland dogs into the room. Sometimes it'd just hurt, sometimes it made me flip. Sometimes, it'd do nothing at all and I'd have to fight the dogs fully conscious and out of fear. Eventually I stopped feeling sorry for the things. For anyone, really. All I felt was anger. "Why me, why am I like this, why is he my father?" Then he slowed down with the experiments, because something else enticed him. Then I was pretty much left alone… until he figured out I inherited his brains. The humans that fell down, he wanted to experiment on. He wanted to find a way to clone them, or something. To bring her back. Being stupid, I agreed to help because I hated humans. Real bad. I wanted them all dead. Contrary to what most monsters believe, six humans did not fall down after Chara. It It waswas more. The others Gaster took to experiment on and their souls were so corrupted that they ended up shattering before being able to be preserved. But, he hated hurting them. He did care and tried his best to make them not feel pain, to make them comfortable. He even figured out that it wasn't going to work and let his last one go. I never understood… why would he care more about strangers than me? Well, I made sure that human didn't go very far…"
Frisk shuddered. Her heart sped up.
He… killed… that human. On purpose?
Sans's expression softened.
"Listen, Frisk, I don't feel the same way now. Actually, I think I may understand his feelings a little better. But, back on topic… he eventually gave up his experiments. By that time Paps was around. He took us to a house and tried being a father to Paps. He was more like our mother, and he could see it. He wasn't as cold anymore… and I hated it. Once again… it was always someone else. I eventually adopted the belief it was because of how vicious I was. Back then I had developed some real bad… anger issues. I'd get into fights all the time. And the opposing side never fared well. Once I figured it out I just hid away. From everyone. That's when I found out more about the silver soul trait. I had seen the wolf spirit before in quick glimpses, but now I could see him fully. I knew who he was and why he was here. He kept me a tiny bit of company. I got a lot calmer, just sitting out alone with that wolf. Wonders, what silence can do."
Frisk knew exactly who he was taking about. And it sounded like he had a very strong bond with this wolf.
I wonder if I could get like that with mine, as well?
"Well, I eventually began to crave more. Gaster had ... I noticed he was trying something. He was trying to... Reconcile, I think. It didn't work very well, but despite how angry I was... A part of me wanted that. But I-" Sans broke into a string of coughs, and Frisk noticed his voice was sounding worse. "I… I was too late. One day, there was an emergency at the Core, and… he never came back. He was erased. That's what happens when you fall down there. You get shattered across time and space. Despite everything he did… I…"
Sans looked away, squeezing his eyes shut.
Frisk could feel pain coming off of him in waves. Her throat tightened.
Sans…
He shook himself.
"Well… I raised Paps alone. But there was an anomaly. I have a… special sense, of sorts. As you know, I remember Resets. Gaster did too. I don't know why, but I had the tiniest bit of control over time and space. I could hop through weak spots in time and space, the shortcuts I like to take. The resets happened so frequently I never remembered much. Because I usually need some reminder or echo of the previous timeline. Also, the more Determination fueled it, the less I could remember. I tried making a machine to… counter this. It's still in the basement. But it never worked. It was never enough. Meanwhile, I… I worked with Alphys… I can't really tell you what I did. Because it was two of us, and its equal part her share of secrets as it is mine. I'm not going to spill her beans for my sake. Let's just say… I'm a lot more like my father than I had realized. That's… okay, right? You're appeased?" Sans coughed again.
Frisk shrunk.
"Sans, I… I didn't mean to… I understand why you wouldn't want to… I hope I didn't force you… or hurt you, or-"
"Didn't I say to stop? You're not helping here, Frisky." Sans gave her a playful slap on the arm.
"You can be really gosh darn brave when you want to be. Then you get all nervous and stuff elsewhere. Is it a human thing, or just a Frisk thing?"
Frisk smiled slightly.
"Frisk thing, I think. But I'm serious about that, Sans. And I admire you thinking of Alphys, too. You can be really kind when you try."
"Yeah, I'm still workin' on it. You're like my Ginny Pig in that department. Not being a jerk isn't easy." Sans gave her an uneasy smile.
Frisk looked down.
"So… like I said, I hope… I didn't hurt you more. I never really… well, I knew something was wrong. But I never thought… something like that… that's what I meant, when I said that I can't be sorry for myself. Because a ton of people have it a hell of a lot worse. And… I really don't know what to say or what I can do..."
Sans shifted under his blanket. His eyes were drooping with weariness.
"No, it's actually… not as horrible as I thought it would be. Talking and stuff. But... don't go comparing yourself to other people. Abuse can be physical or emotional, you know. It doesn't matter if you've experienced one or another or both at the same time. All that matters is that you have gone through it and other people have too. And hey, it's in the past. No use in pity if it can't be changed."
"But… it still hurts you." Frisk said flatly.
"Yeah, I know. Because I'm a dumbass. And I've still got issues. But… maybe one day, they'll all be gone. If I actually try it'll be better. Maybe… if I stop being an independent prick, that'll help too." Sans chuckled.
Frisk joined him.
"Yeah, that might help a little."
Sans let out a little cough.
"Frisk… you're the only person besides Paps who I trust. And, I never expected that to be the case, y'know? I have killed humans in the past… many. I hope I didn't… spook you with that. Well, I probably did, but… know it's different now, okay?"
Frisk couldn't lie. She was a little chilled. It was scary to think she'd be one of them if it weren't for one little promise.
"Y-yeah. But, Sans… would you? I mean, still kill a human? A different one? Promise aside?"
Sans stared at the TV thoughtfully.
"I… dunno. Depends. To be honest, even without the promise I would have had a rough time killing you. I've changed a lot, from back then. Morals haven't been my thing for my whole life, but I think I've at least developed some sort of decency."
"That's fair." Frisk said.
Sans looked at her, and his eye lights expanded slightly.
"I need you to know, though… I still sort of have a short fuse. I'm normally pretty cool as you know, but I still do have that…control issue. It's like a bomb. I don't want… you to feel too safe, alright? I'd never hurt you on purpose, but I have freaked out before. I even hurt Paps once. The damn kid didn't even care, he was too worried about me. I'm always scared half to death I would hurt someone I care about. It's… it's a pretty bad thing to tell you of all people, seeing how you don't feel safe. Ever. Seriously, you're scared of a goddamn TV." The corners of his mouth turned up slightly.
Frisk looked away. I'm not scared of the TV! I'm... Totally not!
"Sans… surprisingly, I'm gonna ignore that. You're my friend. There have been hiccups, but you… you've really helped me. In more ways than one. I like being around you. The least I could do is help you when you need it. I don't care if you blow up, I'm not going anywhere."
Sans averted his eyes and coughed. He appeared to be flustered.
"Welp. That got weird. But stubbornness gets you no where."
"But Determination does. Hypocrite." Frisk countered.
Sans broke into another coughing fit. "Bleh. Talked too much. Hate life."
Frisk felt another drop of guilt. She made him talk. Well, he was the one who chose now, but it was still her fault…
"I'm sorry, hold on. I'll get something." Frisk stood up.
Sans shook his head.
"No, I can get a drink if I need one. No thanks."
"Remember about trying not to be an independent prick? Well, let's practice." Frisk winked.
Sans groaned and leaned his head back.
Chances are, if I didn't do it you wouldn't. Because you're lazy. You'd rather suffer than get up and open the fridge.
Frisk grabbed two juice boxes. She was thirsty herself.
Despite his previous argument, Sans eagerly took the juice box.
While Sans was sucking his down Frisk took a sip of hers. She immediately spat it out.
"Bleh! What flavor is this?! It tastes like ass!"
Sans glanced at his curiously.
"Mines Apple. How do you know what ass tastes like?"
"I would imagine it tastes like this!" Hers said Apple too. Though…
Frisk tore the top off. Inside was some very off looking spaghetti sauce.
Sans started laughing.
"Oh my god, that's priceless!"
Frisk glared at it crossly.
"How the hell did Papyrus get sauce in here! Why would he get sauce in here!"
Sans was still laughing and wheezing.
Frisk growled and threw the carton into the garbage bin.
Sans eventually calmed down, and rested his head against the armrest. His eye lights were dim.
"Hey, Do ya wanna switch places tonight? I'll stay here and you can have my bed."
"H-huh? No, I don't want to steal your bed…" Frisk shook her head.
"It's not like that. I want to sleep here tonight." Sans closed his eyes.
"Why?"
"Warmer. Lazy. And, I can get my head a little higher to help stop the coughing and congestion."
"O-oh. Well, it's your house, so… you get first pick." Frisk said.
"Besides, you probably shouldn't be sleeping here anyways. You've been limping. Not enough room." Sans added.
"It's not that bad…" Frisk argued. "Just sore. I'm not as badly hurt as I thought I'd be, being crushed under that thing and then knocked into a wall."
"Yeah, me too. Though Tori said the gash was pretty bad. It'll leave a scar, but hey, I already got plenty of those, amirite?"
Frisk's face dropped. She knew what he was talking about.
She stared at him pitifully for a few seconds before standing up.
"Well, you look tired. Goodnight, Sans."
Sans opened his eyes.
" 'night, Snap Pea. Oh, remember. No cleaning my room. Capiche?"
Frisk stuck her tongue out at him before going slowly up the stairs, Storm at her heels.
…
Frisk awoke early the next morning. Even before Papyrus.
Probably because Storm had parked in her face and was slowly suffocating her.
Frisk pushed the kitten off and spat out a mouthful of fur.
"Are you plotting to kill me?" She asked.
Storm stared at her blankly and meowed.
Frisk groaned and sat up.
"Yeah, yeah. Hungry, right?" Frisk noticed she still wasn't hungry. Oh well.
She felt a whole lot better compared to yesterday. Parts of her body still ached, but sleeping in a bed after all this time felt nice. Even if it was a crappy bed.
Storm padded her legs. He stared at her with begging eyes.
Frisk righted his bandana.
"I'll get you something. And… you know what? You wanna try cooking?" Frisk remembered what happened at Asgore's when she tried cooking, but she was sure she knew common kitchen sense by now. Plus, Papyrus's lousy cooking made her feel slightly confident, as horrible as it was to admit.
Storm meowed again.
Frisk laughed and ruffled his fur.
"Feed me, feed me! I will, don't worry. Eggs?"
"Mrow!"
Frisk got out of the bed, debating on whether she should set it up or not. Sans usually left his blanket in a giant, creasy ball. Frisk just left the bed as is, scared making it neat would count as "cleaning".
It was almost like living in trash comforted Sans. Maybe he felt at home?
Next she'd find him asleep in a trash can.
Frisk wanted to make something for Sans as well. She knew last night had to be tough. She couldn't get it out of her head, now that it had been said. Both his past and his cutting.
She knew she couldn't do much. But she could at least return one of the many favors he did for her.
Frisk looked up a recipe on Undernet while going down the stairs. A dangerous task, considering she wasn't walking normally yet. Storm meowed loudly at her, as if scolding her.
Or maybe he was demanding food. One of the two.
After finding one she liked Frisk set to it. She remembered eating these type of eggs at her grandmothers house one of the very few times she was there. Her grandmother was nice, but very sickly. Frisk hadn't seen her since she was eight. She didn't even know if she had passed away or not.
First she had to get some bread and cut holes into it with a cup. She fed the cut outs to Storm, who sniffed at them before turning his nose up. Apparently bread wasn't good enough for him.
Then she had to put the egg in the center of the bread and cook it. Frisk had difficulty flipping the bread, and ended up almost catching herself on fire because she turned around and waved her tail at the same time.
Burning fur smells bad.
Another challenge was that they only had a small pan. She could only cook one at a time, and it took forever to get a decent amount. The first few were burnt, or the yolks broke, but after awhile she got into a good rhythm.
She gave one early to Storm as a test. He seemed to love it. The yolk was still runny in the middle, and he lapped it up happily. He didn't touch the bread, though.
"SANS! What is that smell!"
Frisk heard familiar stomping as Papyrus came down the stairs.
Does it smell… bad? Frisk exchanged glances with Storm. She thought it smelled good.
Sans didn't answer, probably still asleep.
Papyrus came into the kitchen, and Storm ran up to him for attention.
"Human? What are you doing?"
Frisk looked away.
"Making… eggs."
"Wowie! I didn't know you could cook! They smell delicious, almost as great as a dish made by the Master Chef Papyrus, Nyeh heh heh!"
Frisk shuffled, flustered.
Papyrus came over, looking at the plates full of the egg-toast.
"I've never seen eggs like that before?"
"It toast with egg in the middle. The yolk is still runny and stuff. It's one of my favorite foods. My grandmother used to make it for me. It's real messy, though." Frisk poked one of the eggs to demonstrate. Yellow bled out like blood.
"That sounds really cool! Though, not the mess part. Sans doesn't do well with messes. Do you know how many clothes he ruined by spilling ketchup!?"
"I'd imagine." Frisk chuckled.
Papyrus stroked Storm, and the kitten purred loudly.
"Well, they are all done. Do you think you could wake up Sans? Don't nag him too much, he's sick."
Papyrus saluted her, making her giggle.
"Sure! The Great Papyrus shall fetch his lazybones brother!"
Papyrus dashed out of the room enthusiastically.
Turns out, Sans had already woken up. Papyrus's loud voice had done the trick. Plus, the smell. Papyrus said that he was practically drooling.
Frisk hung back nervously while Sans took a plate, eyeing it.
"Heh, weird looking. It jiggles when I move the plate… heheh." Sans shook the plate, making the egg in the middle sway back and forth.
"Sans, do not play with your food! It's disrespectful!" Papyrus scolded. He had taken his plate only to get bugged by Storm. Seems the kitten hadn't had enough.
"Naw. I like jiggles." Sans poked it with his fork. Why was he so intent on playing with it? Why couldn't he just eat it? Maybe it was a survival method ingrained by Papyrus's cooking.
Finally, Sans cut off a piece and took a bite.
Frisk watched him intently.
Please don't tell me I'm garbage please don't tell me I'm garbage please don't tell me I'm garbage.
Sans made a face.
Oh no…
Then he took another mouthful.
Someone must have turned on the vacuum again, because she had never seen Sans eat something so fast.
Why was he in inhale mode lately anyways?
He also got yolk all over his shirt.
Frisk hoped he didn't eat his shirt now.
"… do you…"
"More?"
"W-well, yeah, but is it good?"
Sans stood up and went into the kitchen without another word.
Well, there certainly wouldn't be any leftovers.
…
Turns out they had found a new favorite of Sans's. He actually didn't smother it in ketchup.
Papyrus liked it too. Frisk was extremely happy.
Until Undyne came barging into the door and practically kidnapped her, saying it was "Bestie time."
Sans looked a little offended.
Undyne was literally carrying her while sprinting through Waterfall. Frisk didn't struggle. She knew there was no point.
"So, Punk! I've decided it's a Girl Day! And we're gonna do Girl things! And your gonna fucking like it!"
"Am I?" Frisk wasn't happy about being abducted. It was too cold.
"HELL YEAH! YOUR GONNA LIKE IT OR I WILL KICK YOUR- oh, hey Alphys."
Undyne came to a stop right in front of Alphys's lab. Alphys herself stood outside. Her glasses were glowing in an orange color. It smelled like a heater.
Frisk was finally dropped, and she scrambled up, brushing snow off.
"H-h-hey, U-Undyne. Frisk. Uh… sorry a-about…"
Frisk put her hands up.
"It's… okay, I guess. I wanted to sleep all day though."
"So lame! You're becoming more like Sans every day!" Undyne snorted.
Alphys was looking at Undyne with intense affection in her eyes. And something else that almost reminded her of the looks Sans sometimes gave her.
"Hey."
Frisk jumped as a familiar voice approached from behind.
Silver?
"Hey, you made it, cool!" Undyne greeted the cat.
Silver crossed her arms.
"Hello."
"Silver? You know Undyne?"
The cat nodded.
"Yes. I saved her once, in Blizzardland. I am also familiar with Doctor Alphys."
Boy, she knows everyone, doesn't she? Friskthought.
"So… what is going on? I wasn't exactly informed before you kidnapped me." Frisk asked.
"Oh! Right! We're gonna do girl stuff! Like, in the anime Alphys has!"
Alphys giggled while Frisk and Silver exchanged glances.
"So! We need to go to a mall! And buy clothes! And stuff! It's supposed to be fun! And then we can… uh, do whatever girls do!" Undyne shouted.
"Um… I'm not exactly…" Frisk trailed off. "… familiar with any of this."
"Yes, me as well. I've always done what I believed was fun regardless of gender stereotypes." Silver agreed.
"W-w-well, I-its supposed to b-be very f-fun, especially with f-friends."
"YEAH! Besides, you can get some fashion advice, Frisk!" Undyne said.
"Hey!" Frisk growled.
"Well, wearing Sans's old clothes and a torn scarf isn't exactly fashionable." Undyne put her hands on her hips.
Well. Couldn't argue with that.
"Besides, you need to let go a little bit! And get away from Sans. Seriously. Half the people in Snowdin are making jokes about you two."
Frisk raised a brow.
"What? What kind of jokes?"
Undyne face palmed.
"What kind of jokes do you think?!"
"The point of me asking is that I don't know."
"You're hopeless. Anyways, you guys ready for this?" Undyne turned to Alphys.
"U-um, y-yeah, Undyne!" Alphys said nervously.
"Sure." Silver added Cooly.
"Fine. I don't think I can get out of this, can I?" Frisk didn't show it, but she was curious. She had seen groups of girls on the surface having fun, and she'd never engaged in…girls activities, save for sharing anime crushes with Alphys.
"Then to the MTT Mall we go!"
…
Turns out the stores were still open in MTT. Only the hotel and major restaurant were closed for renovations. Sans was right- there was a party scheduled soon. Frisk had never been to an actual party.
She and Silver were practically dragged by Undyne and Alphys into the mall. It was bigger than Frisk imagined, though not too huge by human standards. And there weren't as many people around, as she would have guessed.
There were pictures and models of Mettaton everywhere. And another rather feminine looking guy with similar ears and tail to Mettaton. Frisk wondered if all mascots of MTT were cat fanatics, or if maybe Mettaton was actually hiding inside of the rectangle robot (very unlikely… right ;)
Frisk wanted to look at all the jewelry, and stuffed animals, but she was dragged into the clothing section against her will. Undyne had a plan and no one was going to turn it around.
It smelled like fancy perfume and fur inside the clothing store. There were three sections- one presumably for men and another for women- and a last one with the most bizarre looking articles of clothing she had ever laid eyes on. Not all monsters had humanoid shapes, after all.
Most of the clothes were warm, winter-y types. A small, almost dusty selection of summer clothes laid in a corner, forgotten.
She noticed Silver was pretty tall, now that they were surrounded by clothing and such. She was taller than Undyne and Papyrus (who had the same height.). She wasn't nearly as tall as Toriel or Asgore, but still pretty tall the same. Her long tail flicked slightly, indicating impatience or annoyance.
Undyne found a dress from somewhere and immediately rushed it to Alphys, and then they both went into the changing rooms together.
Frisk stared at the doors blankly.
"Humph. Already like a couple." Silver said.
Frisk looked up at her. Undyne and Alphys, couple?
She remembered Undyne was lesbian. Maybe it wasn't so far fetched. She hadn't known the two had been so close, but…
Poor Alphys. Frisk didn't know how she could handle a Satan Fish.
Alphys came out in a polka dot dress.
Undyne pointed to her.
"So! What do you punks think?!"
Frisk blinked.
"It's cool."
Alphys looked away bashfully.
"I am not a fan of the dots. But, you and only you should be the judge of your clothes." Silver said bluntly.
Undyne shook her head at the cat.
"You have a sense of style that's, like, a century old. Frisk! Your turn!"
"Wait-"
Frisk couldn't protest as she was pulled away by Undyne.
Into the dresses.
Frisk started sweating. She didn't like dresses.
"Undyne, I don't wear dresses. Please."
"Shut up, punk! It's cause you've never had sensible advice! You've got a good chest, but you don't have much in terms of curves or hips. So, you've gotta find clothes that work on your strong points and cover your weak points!"
Frisk opened her mouth to argue as Undyne began to shift through the dresses, then closed it.
Undyne did sound like she knew a little of what she was talking about.
"Clothing is just like combat, in a way! And I'm an expert at both! Fufufufu!"
"When am I going to wear a dress, anyways. Not outside. Especially since I'm always getting into some sort of bloody mess."
"Well, you know there's a party soon! Wear it there!"
"No!"
"Yes! Your supposed to wear something fancy anyways! And Sans's clothes aren't fancy. Besides, I'm suuuure he would "appreciate" it."
"He doesn't care. Most of it is itchy stuff."
"Not appreciate in that way. Damn, you're stupid."
"H-hey!"
"Here we go!"
Undyne pulled out a long, silver dress with sparklies and little gems on the top and fur trimming on the bottom.
Frisk liked the sparklies.
"All you'd need to do is cut a tail hole- if it fits, anyways."
"Nnnnooooooo…" Frisk took a step back.
"Yes, Punk! I demand you! There are two ways we can do this. I can force you into this or you can go willingly- and I have no preference." Undyne gave her a smirk akin to those on serial killers.
Frisk sighed.
"Fine. Give me the damn thing."
Undyne chuckled victoriously while Frisk grabbed the dress and sulked towards the changing rooms.
Silver snickered at her misery.
Frisk didn't feel comfortable at all. She still felt like a pair of eyes were trained on her, like she wasn't alone.
"What's takin' so long in there, Punk?! You strangle yourself?"
Frisk mumbled a string of curses under her breath akin to Sans's vocabulary and stomped out.
"W-wow, Frisk! You look different! Though you d-don't l-look…"
"I'm not thrilled."
"W-well, I t-think I-it suits you." Alphys was fiddling her claws nervously. She had changed back into her normal clothes and had a couple other outfits hung on her arm.
"Wait, I didn't bring any money." Frisk's eyes widened. Well, not That she had much to bring.
"Don't worry, Doctor Alphys has kindly offered to pay for it all." Silver reassured.
"Yeah! Al is loooaded! She is the royal scientist, after all! Plus, she's the head producer of synthetic fur down here. And everyone likes fur down here, as you may have noticed." Undyne huffed at the last part.
"Yes, I know." Frisk's tail swayed back and forth.
"Well, hurry up out of that. We're gonna go get more!"
Frisk groaned and turned around, preparing for hours of torment.
…
Well, maybe not too much torment.
After she got past Undyne forcing her into things, it was actually pretty fun. They had gone around pretty much the whole mall. Frisk finally got to look at the jewelry. There was plenty of stuff she likes (pretty much anything sparkling) and her favorite was an emerald necklace that Silver said matched her eyes well. They had gotten matching necklaces due to their similar eye color. Frisk's were darker than the necklace and Silver's were lighter, and they both got nice use out of the emerald stones. Plus, they sparkled.
She found a plain purple sweatshirt that she kept on for the way back. It was fuzzy on the inside.
Frisk also got a new bag, finally. It was black with a cute purple cat in the corner. A lot of MTT's stuff had cats involved.
Frisk also thought about Sans and Papyrus while looking through everything. She hoped that Papyrus would like the game she had gotten him. It had a tube with many sticks to be inserted through holes in the side, and the sticks held up marbles. Players had to pull them out one by one until all the marbles fell. Frisk thought it suited Papyrus.
Alphys had found the Pokémon stuff, bless her. Frisk couldn't find her favorite Pokemon besides Eevee, but she got a cute Rockruff plush for Sans. He seemed to like plushes just as much as she did.
Undyne dragged them back to Alphys's lab afterwards. Frisk convinced her to get food on the way, so she was fine. Looking and smelling all the cool food there brought her appetite back. And she had held back on her own eggs that morning because of Sans.
She hadn't had sushi in awhile, but damn was it good. They all dragged out beanie bags to sit on.
Undyne decided they had to play one of her favorite games she had found at the garbage dump. Which turned out to be a dancing game. Just Dance. Frisk laughed as the fish attempted the moves on the screen for the first song. Undyne ended up moving too forcefully and wasn't able to preform half of the moves for the song right, because they were small and delicate.
After the first song, Undyne turned to them.
"Hey, we can get up to three! Al, Human, get over here!"
"O-okay!" Alphys sprung up and stood off to the side.
"Do I have too?" Frisk asked. She was good at copying movement, but… she didn't exactly feel like… dancing. It looked weird, and she was self conscious as hell.
"Yes! Silver doesn't like this, for some reason."
Silver snorted.
"I don't see the point in it, that's all."
Frisk huffed and stood up.
She was curious.
As she took the place between Undyne and Al, the doors to the lab slid open.
Alphys jumped, and so did she. Undyne twisted her head.
"Ugh, Sans! This is girls day, get out!" Undyne snarled.
Sans? Frisk had neutral feelings on his appearance.
He came it, and she realized he was holding Storm. At a safe distance from himself.
"I came to bring the vermin. It wouldn't leave me alone. Never leave without it again." Sans dropped the kitten to the floor. Storm meowed and ran to join the fun.
"Aww, Storm! Hello!" Frisk bent down to pet him. He sniffed at her new sweatshirt before rubbing against her affectionately.
Sans plopped down on the beanie bag that she had been previously occupying.
"You're not leaving, are you?" Undyne asked.
"Nope. Too lazy. Besides, you kidnapped my human."
"Not your human. My human! We're besties!"
Oh lord. Frisk felt a drop of nervous sweat.
"I don't think there is fear of ones life in besties." Sans combated.
"She is not scared for her life! And at least I'm not a sad pervert!"
"I'm straight."
"I don't eat kittens!"
"It's called Chinese food."
"Sans, enough!" Frisk ordered. "Storm doesn't need to hear that!"
Sans rolled his eyes.
"Dear god. It's a cat."
"Speaking o-of c-c-cats, w-why don't w-we do the c-cat song? Hello Kitty? W-we could all do t-that!"
Undyne gasped with joy.
"Yaaaas! Al, you're a genius! Kitty!" Undyne used the controller to scroll down to the song of her choice.
Storm meowed at the word "kitty". He had figured out what it meant.
Frisk swallowed. Welp. Time to lose any sense of pride she had.
She had pride?
"Get ready for the kitty song!" Undyne threw the controller down as the loading screen came on.
The first move was shifting weight from one side to another in the hips. Easy enough.
Storm stared questioningly at the screen.
"Ka-Ka-kawaii!"
A song saying kawaii? Awesome!
She realized she heard this song before.
She focused on the figure on the screen, hoping she didn't look like an idiot. Well, dreaming. It doing it half hearted would only make her look worse, so…
"Come come Kitty Kitty you're so pretty pretty don't go kitty kitty stay with meeeee~"
"COME HERE LITTY KITTEH!" Undyne yelled at Storm. He flicked an ear and watched the screen, eyes wide.
"Awwwww, it's perfect for him!" Frisk cooed, moving her arms up and down. This was actually kinda fun!
"Come come Kitty kitty you're so silly silly don't go kitty kitty stay with meeeeee, Ka-ka-kawaii!"
"Whose a silly kitty, Storm is!" Frisk laughed while keeping her eyes on the screen, following the movements.
"Damn punk, you're better at this than I would have thought! You ever play this before?"
"No. It's just copying, it's not that hard."
"You're kidding."
Storm had started moving in circles, probably trying to figure out what they were doing. His fur was puffy and messy.
"Awwww, he's trying to dance! He's so cuuuute!"
"Oh my gosh!" Alphys giggled.
"BUST A LEG, CAT!"
"It's just a fuzzy rat, what is your guy's issue?" Sans growled from behind them.
Frisk ignored him and stared to sing along, pointing at Storm playfully. The cat stopped spinning and meowed happily.
"Come come kitty kitty you're so pretty pretty come come kitty kitty stay with me! Come come kitty kitty you're so silly silly don't go kitty kitty stay with meeeee!" She honestly didn't care at this point. Besides, she didn't sound like she used to…
"Whoooooo! You go girl!" Undyne cheered before trying to do the spin move and running into the table to her left.
She fell over on it and broke it in half, drinks sliding down and spilling on her.
Frisk stopped, eyes wide.
"Undyne?"
"Oh no, U-Undyne!" Alphys ran over.
Undyne sprang up.
"I'M FINE! FINISH THE FREAKING SONG!"
Undyne pointed forcefully at the screen.
Alphys rushed back to her spot and Undyne continued, still covered in drinks.
Storm was jumping up and down excitedly. He probably had no idea what was happening but the word "kitty" coupled with the fun being had probably drove him nuts.
They all started singing the end of the song, and Sans started laughing.
When it was finally over, Frisk took a few steps back, contented.
"Undyne sounded like a dolphin." Sans snickered.
Undyne held up her fist.
"You wanna go?"
Sans put his hands up.
"Hey, hey, no need to get jealous because the human both sings and dances better than you."
Frisk felt heat in her cheeks.
"I do?"
Undyne growled and looked down.
"Well, at least I'm not as weak as a noddle… and I've got fashion sense too! Plus I can play a freaking piano! Can you play a piano!" Undyne asked.
"No. I can't play anything." Frisk said flatly. "But I never… sang well. Well, I thought that, anyways."
"Well, I think y-you s-should open u-up more!" Alphys said.
Storm attacked the screen, batting at the moving icon that floated on the song selection screen.
Sans pointed at his neck.
"Whether you could or not, your voice is more flexible now. It's gotta be in order to howl."
Frisk blinked.
"So… you'd sing well too, right?"
Sans huffed.
"No, its just easier, I guess."
Undyne played with her ponytail.
"Bullshit. Papyrus says you sing well."
Sans shuffled further into the beanie.
"It's Papyrus. You know how he is."
"Yeah right."
Frisk fought a smirk. Looks like she wasn't the only self conscious one. She never thought of Sans being self conscious about anything, but she guessed everyone had their insecurities.
"Well, could you move out of my beanie?" Frisk changed the subject.
"No. I like it."
"Move."
"I said n-o. It spells no."
"Fine."
Frisk sat down and pushed him to the side with her hips, forcing half of the beanie bag to be given to her. Sans flicked her ear in revenge.
When she looked back up Undyne was making on odd gesture to her mouth and poking the opposite side with her tongue at the same time. Alphys was looking down and suppressing giggles.
She instantly stopped when she saw Frisk staring quizzically at her.
Silver sighed.
"You truly are most inappropriate, Undyne."
"What! You can't argue."
"I can't, you're right about that." Silver's tone was rich with amusement.
"Argue about what?" Frisk tilted her head.
"Nothing." Undyne said hastily.
Frisk let it go and reached over to her bag.
"Sans, I got you something."
"Huh?"
Frisk handed him the Rockruff plush. He stared at it blankly.
"I know you like Rockruff and dogs and wolves and such. I thought you would like it…"
"Welp…. Thanks. You've been extra nice lately. Do you want something from me?" Sans said jokingly, taking the plush and looking it over. She stared hard into his eye sockets to try to find some sort of joy, but she still hadn't gotten the hang of reading his expressions.
"No. Though I do pity your illness. Feeling any better?"
"Yeah, don't worry about it." Sans leaned over and ruffled her hair, making Frisk bark in annoyance.
"Stay away from me, I don't want your sickness." Undyne glared at Sans.
"Misbehave and I'll touch you. Just a tap. And you'll get my germs. So behave."
"I don't have to listen to you!" Undyne flipped him off.
The ensuing spectacle had Sans attempt to touch Undyne only to be lifted and thrown into the other table. Needless to say Alphys needed new tables.
Eventually Frisk finally got an opportunity to leave once Undyne left. Silver left as well, though she had to go the opposite direction.
Frisk was lucky. She had a teleporting skeleton. She didn't need to walk far. But it was surprisingly late- dark now. Frisk didn't notice the time passing by.
Storm did the head turning thing that he did whenever they went through a shortcut.
Papyrus was running around frantically when they returned. He thought Frisk had gone to stay with Undyne and left him.
Sans eventually got him settled down and decided it was movie night. He made a ridiculous amount of popcorn and ended up eating it all himself because Frisk didn't eat popcorn and Papyrus was full.
It ended up being a not-Papyrus appropriate movie and Sans ended up tackling him to the floor and laying in his face to prevent the theft of innocence. Frisk thought he overreacted. Papyrus then went upstairs quietly and Frisk realized the skeleton could still see everything that was happening on the screen. Sans only covered his one eye.
Whoops.
She wasn't going to tell him.
Frisk put her feet on Sans as she laid down on the couch. Running around with Undyne had left her tired. Storm had been waiting for his opportunity and swooped in, curling up in her armpit.
Sans protested quietly to begin used as a footrest, but eventually got the idea and moved.
"Fine, fine, pushy. You want the TV off?" Sans asked. She wasn't too interested now that it was almost over and any funny bits were gone.
"…sure."
"K. Night. And keep your little pest outta my room. If I find him on me I'll have a nice new pair of fur gloves."
"Then I'll have a nice set of bones to chew on." Frisk countered as she closed her eyes.
Sans scoffed and she heard the TV click off.
She went to sleep as fast as possible to chase off the sinking feeling something was there, hiding in the dark.
Ready to erase.
… this chapter sucked.
Bleh :b
probably some horrendous autocorrect mistakes too.
It was long as balls, though. Fun fact, I was originally going to have Frisk like Supernatural. But I don't know the first thing about Supernatural, so… yeah. That's why I give Frisk interests I share or at least have some idea about. Well, in the entertainment department. I can't sing or dance. I actually hate dancing, especially when they make us square dance in gym. Kill me.
We got some Satan Fish action in there though! And some more Silver! She was just tossed in there. Remember she's a lot older than everyone else- actually, she's old enough to be their mom because she's old enough to be Sans's. So she's more toned down than everyone else.
I was supposed to just write the party and lead into the start of the dust arc, buuut. I decided to do the girl thing, and it ended up taking up the rest of the chapter. I think I'm just going to brush over it anyways. We have had enough Sans/Frisk bonding. Now time to tear it to tiny, miserable shreds!
Like I said last chapter, I haven't been able to get to reviews lately. However I'm going to start with one I feel is important and maybe echoes some other feelings, I ask you all read my response to this one.
iluvfanficXD:I wonder, why does frisk get tired from running? wolves are marathoners, and they can run for long periods of time when chasing prey, etc. Also, ive noticed this before... but uh.. Wolfos dont have claws. :c They are more related to dogs than anything, so yea, they have nails, but they dont have claws that can cause severe injuries liek that. ok ill go now.
Thank you for bringing this up! I wanted to say that I know that Frisk having "claws" isn't really too accurate with real life wolves. But. I gave her them anyways because one: it's just a stereotype among werewolf like characters, and that's kinda the category she falls into and two: just for my own convenience. Frisk is very weak in terms of just plain strength and she needs a way to fight when she doesn't have a weapon.
As for the running thing, remember she's still human. And she isn't as attuned to the physical side as Sans is. Plus, she had that lung operation a few chapters ago :b
And for Chara, I made a mistake in calling it a "wolf." It is pretty much a wolf, except horribly deformed and it doesn't have all the qualities of a wolf. Some of it is just bone or vines from Flowey. It does have claws, big ones. And a long, ugly looking tail (I don't think I said that but I'm drawing it currently, so…) it isn't completely Chara's soul, it's filled in by whatever the heck Flowey put in there and… Welp, it's not full wolf.
Once again thanks for bringing it up, I just wanted to let everyone know that some inaccuracies are on purpose. I've read books upon books about wolfoes, but I'm just too lazy to write in yet another weapon for Frisk XD (Sans you turd)
Laura:MERRY CHRISTMAS! I swear, you get better and better at writing with each chapter... Soon I won't have any words whatsoever to describe your writing, it'll be that good. Anyways, I'm very glad Chara made her appearance (Uh... Chara's a girl in this fanfiction, right? Eh, she is in MY head, so...). She's sort of the main villain in this fanfic I'm writing. By the way, how do you put stories on here? I have my own fanfiction I'm writing, but I don't know how or where to submit it to the public. Please help. Also, side note, I'm almost glad Storm didn't get to meet Chara. Poor kit would be a midnight snack for that demon. Thank you so much for writing this!
Thank you! Chara is a girl in this, just like Frisk.
To put stories you need to make an account, then upload it to the doc editor. Then you can go into new story and follow directions there. Unfortunately like I said you need an account, so… if you ever need any help with beta reading or art or anything let me know, I'd be glad to help ;)
SyntheticDesire.21:
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
oohhhhmmmyyyygoooosssshh i love this story omggg i can't its so cute aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Yas. The cuties.
SHIP SHIP SHIP SHIP
A Kea for Christmas:
Beating the heck outta an amalgamated wolf Chara. Excellent way to get into the holiday spirit.
;D
Might as well just made its dead body a Christmas tree if it wasn't disintegrated, lol. Papyrus wouldn't be too happy tho XD
PaintedWarriorCat:
Ohh maaahh guuuurd, that ending scene! I loved it so much! I screamed so loud I think I woke up my family.
I loved writing it XD I have fallen for the ships.
Sans you fool!
Anyways, I hope you all found this chapter up to standard. Probably not but whatevs. I am now going to go draw some ship art of Twigbranch and Finpaw from Warriors and jack my brains out :D
Have a safe and Happy New Years!
From the Wolf in the mountains,
Comycat~