Disclaimer: I am actually not sure how the measurements of vision are properly measured so if the numbers seem way off, please forgive me. I'm just going off a personal experience because the optometrist told me that my vision is REALLY bad.
Frisk had researched somewhere that reading too much, especially in the dark, wasn't good for the eyes. It would strain them so much and one of the consequences was that she would develop poor eyesight in the future. At the time, she didn't pay much attention and heed to the warning.
Frisk wished she had listened.
It was about halfway through the year of grade 11 when Frisk started to notice that she had trouble seeing and reading from a distance. The teacher would write some notes on the board and Frisk could only see blurbs of colour, rather than letters. She had to squint to actually form the letters.
"Hey, do you know what that says?" She quietly whispered to her friend, pointing at the board. "For some reason, I can't see it that well."
"Here, no problem, Frisk." Her friend wrote all the notes down discreetly passing it over to Frisk.
Her vision was also quite blurry. Frisk had a hard time distinguishing peoples faces from a distance. She could only see them, but not their face. As time went by, her vision was slowly deteriorating at a rather quick pace. By then, Frisk's vision was completely blurry.
It was also impeding her with her activities at home. Watching tv, greeting her family... She couldn't see much, and she saw the world as a blur, literally.
"Are you quite alright, Frisk?" Toriel asked her one day when she saw her daughter was rather unhappy about something.
"For some reason, I'm kinda having troubling... seeing things?" As she was explaining things to her mother, Sans and Papyrus had walked into the living room to join them.
"What's up, guys?" Sans plopped down on the couch, sitting next to Frisk. Papyrus sat down next to his brother.
"Frisk was just explaining to me about how her vision had been rather blurry recently."
"Blurry? Are you ill, Human?"
"Pfft, no. Here, I'll explain better." She got up and stood from the trio at a reasonable distance away from them. "Right now, you guys are super blurry. I know it's you guys, but I can't see your faces, facial expressions. You guys are nothing but blurry blobs in my view. Now, when I get closer, I see you guys perfectly. Get it?"
"Hmm, that is quite troublesome," Toriel said critically. "We'll have to get your eyes checked at an optometrist. Maybe they will inform us."
Frisk was rather nervous after that. "Uh, okay."
One week after informing her family, Toriel took Frisk to an optometrist a few blocks away from home to have her eyes checked. They did some rather basic eye tests and examinations, all while the optometrist jotted down on her clipboard.
At the end of the examination, the optometrist pulled the two aside to inform them of her findings.
"When did you notice that your vision was deteriorating, Frisk?" She asked.
"Um, about a few weeks ago, I think."
"I'm not gonna lie, you have been missing quite a lot. Your vision results are very... Oh, how do I say this without sounding offensive?"
"It's okay," Frisk assured her. "I can handle it."
"Very well. Your vision is considered one of the worst, by standards." She started, quite slowly and easing both Frisk and Toriel into the topic. "Your results are 20/200, meaning that you can only see the first line of the eye chart easily while the rest of the lines require you to squint. You are on the borderline of considered as legally blind, Frisk."
It felt like Frisk's whole world was shattered. Did she hear that right? "W-what? Legally blind?"
"Not quite, but almost. I would recommend one of the highest prescriptions for your eyesight." She wrote that down on her notes. "Would you like to pick out your glasses now? Once you do, they'll be custom made and then you can pick them up when you're ready."
"O-okay."
The optometrist lead Frisk to a wide selection of glasses. Thick, thin, squared, circular, many in-betweens and in different colours. She tried a bunch of them but didn't really feel like it suited her.
"I think they all look great, my child."
"But it doesn't look good on me, Mom! I want to have the perfect ones!"
"Take your time, dear."
And even almost after an hour of browsing, she didn't like any one the glasses. She and she could feel that Toriel too, we're getting exasperated. From the corner of her eyes, she saw Toriel look at her watch. She had to choose a pair right now!
And when everything seemed helpless, she spotted a pair that definitely caught her attention. Frisk picked them up and examined it. They were relatively thick in width and lavender coloured. She blinked at them, and Toriel seemed to take notice of Frisk's change in attitude quickly.
"Frisk, have you found what you were looking for?" She saw Frisk nod and she held up the pair of glasses for her to examine. "Oh, those do look quite lovely!"
Frisk turned her attention back to the optometrist. "I think I'll take these ones."
"Excellent choice!" She said and took them.
Frisk watched as the optometrist went behind the cashier area and entered the info onto the compter. After writing a few more things down, she told them the price of the glasses and Toriel promptly paid for them.
"Great! They should be ready to be picked up in 2 weeks. Maybe more, maybe less. It'll all depend if the team can work quickly."
"Excellent." Toriel smiled at Frisk.
After exiting the establishment, Toriel and Frisk went home. Toriel was in a good mood to invite the rest of the family over for dinner, as a celebration, much to Frisk's confusion.
"Mom, what are we celebrating?"
"That you are going to have gave glasses real soon, dear!"
"Ugh, Mom!"
Undyne, Alphys and Asgore arrived shortly and the family settled on the couch. Alphys seemed the most excited that Frisk was going to get glasses.
"That's great, Frisk! We can be spec buddies or s-something."
"Hell yeah!" Undyne shouted, pumping her fist.
"I dunno." Frisk looked really sceptical about the whole thing. That, and she looked very unhappy. She groaned, hiding her face in her hands. "Ugh, I'm gonna look like such a dork!"
"Is that a... bad thing?" Alphys asked. "Do you think I look like a dork?"
"No, you look great in glasses, because it suits you! It won't suit me at all!"
"How do you know that?" Sans asked inquisitively. "You don't have them on quite yet," he finished with a playful grin.
"Ugh, you guys are, like, no help at all!"
"You don't have to worry, my child. Many children wear glasses. Your family wears glasses. Asgore and I for example, wear reading glasses. And of course, Dr. Alphys also wears them. There is nothing to fear about them, dear."
Frisk held back the urge to tell Toriel that the reason why she and Asgore wore glasses was because of their age, but then they wouldn't end good. She stilled her tongue.
"Alphys looks good in them," Frisk repeated. She crossed her arms and started brooding.
Alphys was quick to blush. "Well, gosh, I'm flattered you think that, Frisk. I'm positively sure you'll look great in them, too."
Surprisingly, it only took a week for the glasses to be prepared. They got a phone call from the optometry. It was the same woman who examined Frisk's eyesight that day, and she informed them that the glasses were ready to be picked up.
Toriel was excited and she grabbed ahold of Frisk's hand enthusiastically. Together, the two went to the optometrist and waited for the glasses to be handed to her.
"Here are your glasses, Frisk." She was handed the cover for the glasses. "Go on and try them out!"
Hesitantly, Frisk went to the nearest mirror and took out the glasses. They looked really good; all polished and freshly made, Frisk was scared that she'd drop and break them. Not wasting any time, Frisk slipped them onto her face, settling comfortably on her nose and over her ears.
As soon as she put them on, the world instantly sharpened drastically.
"Whoa!" Frisk grasped her head. She felt a little dizzy. The optometrist has to help her up for a bit, as the world around her steadied. Frisk's eyes had yet to adjust to the glasses and new surroundings.
"Yeah, easy there. Your eyes will eventually adjust to them. How do you feel? Can you see the eye chart now?" The optometrist pointed at the chart which was a little far from them. Frisk nodded and read out the letters with ease.
"How splendid!" Toriel exclaimed. "My child, you look so cute in them!" She cooed.
"Pffft. Mom, please,"
"Please, I must take a picture of you."
"Okay."
Toriel got out her phone and snapped a quick but lovely photo of Frisk in her new lavender glasses. When Frisk wasn't looking, she phoned Asgore and instructed him to bring Undyne and Alphys to her house for an official celebratory dinner. She also called Papyrus and let him know.
When they were finally allowed to leave, Toriel and Frisk went home.
Frisk was surprised when the entire family was there again. Once they all saw Frisk, bedlam ensued.
"HOLY SHIT! Frisk, you look good!"
"Undyne, language." Toriel stared hard at the ex-warrior, but her warning seemed to have slipped past her anyway so Toriel let it go.
"Wowie, Frisk! You look amazing!"
"Wow, thanks."
"Awwww, Frisk! I told you you would look great in glasses. Absolutely adorable! Here, I have to take a photo with you now." Alphys took out her phone and snapped a picture of the two and proceeded to post it on her social media accounts.
"You look great, child. Truly amazing," Asgore added.
Sans was staring at her for an awful long time, not saying anything. Frisk was nervously, as he was looking at her with an unreadable expression on his face. Okay, maybe not that unreadable. It looked more... contemplating, actually.
"Those glasses look good on you, kid. You look SPECtacular, Frisk."
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The entire household was silent but pretty soon the pun registered, and...
"OH MY GOD, SANS! ARE YOU SERIOUS RIGHT NOW?! NOOOOOOOOO!"
Undyne groaned in annoyance, shaking her head. Toriel burst into laughter, Asgore was trying to console Papyrus and calm Undyne down and for once, Alphys was very appreciative of the pun. Frisk just giggled. Sans shot her a thumbs up.
"Seriously though, Frisk." He walked up to her and observed her glasses from up close. "These looks pretty great on you. We told you so."
Frisk groaned. "Okay, fine. I guess I was over exaggerating."
"You guess? Kid, you were having a full blown meltdown. Be glad you weren't betting any money on this because you would've lost, horribly."
Today was an interesting day.
