What is up. This is the first one shot I came up with, which came to me two nights ago and so I thought it was kind of funny. That's pretty much all there is to say on the matter. See you at the bottom of the page.
Don't Touch Me, I'm Frisk
"Frisk, stop signing and use words." Frisk blinked and looked up from their homework at Linda blearily. That day, Toriel was busy grading papers at school, and everyone else was busy with their own work to come look after Frisk at home, so Sans had to bring them with him to the PTA meeting. This happened every so often, and couldn't be helped. Frisk didn't mind much, but it was rather exhausting to block out all the noises of a meeting while they were doing their own work. Honestly, it's like no one knows they have a job. Like, geez, man.
Everyone in the room sighed quietly, Linda included. It was starting to get late, and everyone just wanted to go home and be chill. But Linda had to go and not be chill anyway, because conflict. Flowey didn't even bother looking away from the window he was staring at, and just shifted around in his PTA pot with a rustle of his leaves.
Sans rolled his eye sockets and said, "Linda, it's the third quarter, you already know that sign language is a certified form of communication. Quit your whining. Besides, they weren't evening signing; they were counting for a math problem. Go back to work, Frisk." Frisk nodded and scribbled an answer on the paper.
"Well, if they're as great as you keep saying they are, how come they have to count on their hands?"
"You were doing that this morning, Linda. I know because I had to go shopping with you for box tops."
"I wouldn't have had to count if you hadn't fallen asleep on the counter."
"You wouldn't let me have my coffee."
"You shouldn't need coffee because you are a skeleton."
"It doesn't work like that, Linda."
"Everyone keeps saying that, but then they don't explain how it works."
"Well, I'll tell you..." Frisk gathered up their things and walked towards the exit of the classroom.
"And just where do you think you're going?" Linda asked, standing abruptly from her seat. Frisk signed something over their shoulder about finding a quiet place to work. "I don't know what you're saying—" She began to stalk towards Frisk. Sans, who was sitting next to her, grabbed at Linda's sleeve.
"Don't touch Frisk," he said, his voice growing a bit in pitch. Flowey suddenly turned his attention to the two humans and monster, eyes widening. The other parents, monster and human alike, sat up and looked at each other. This was new.
Linda ripped her arm away from the skeleton and continued to follow the child. "If you won't control them, I will!" she called to Sans over her shoulder.
"Listen to the smiley one, Linda," Flowey said, his voice a bit higher than normal. "No one touches Frisk."
Alas, Linda did not heed their warnings. Poor, stupid human.
Linda snatched Frisk's hand, about to whine something about using words, when Frisked whipped around, eyes wide with fury, opened their mouth, and
"DON'T TOUCH MEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeEEEEEEEE!"
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Frisk skipped out of the room.
"...The meeting is adjourned." Flowey toggled the controls for his remote controlled red wagon toy and stretched his leaves towards Sans. "Pick me up, smiley one."
Sans lifted Flowey out of his wagon and hurried out of the room.
Head canon I don't actually think #1: Flowey has a "PTA pot", which is just his normal flower pot with a tie sticker on it and a name tag.
Head canon I don't actually think #2: Frisk sounds like Calvin the Computer, which is why they only speak when they want to.
In case you couldn't tell, I made myself type today. I don't know what it is with me, but I've just felt pain whenever I do something productive. I only want to be on the internet and not do work. I'm wondering if laziness can cause physical aching when typing, even though I do like reading and writing. I'm sad now. I'm going to stop. Please tell me if you liked what you read. Have good night.
