Underleague
Chapter 12
Author Notes; And we're back and ready to go! Last chappy Sans made poor Frisk cry and we're about to see what crazy adventure happens now~ We have Wizpig1231, CureCaligraphy, Melissa'sHere, and Maxiforce faved~
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3rd P.O.V
With Frisk now calmed down and more open to the comedian in front of her, she allows him and Asriel to lead her to this so called check point. She really wasn't sure what to expect, but much to her relief it looked like a cozy little house.
On both sides of the place was a pole with what looked like a stars resting on top of them. Feeling them the stars were cool and smooth, they were so pretty, she was so caught up in them that Sans's voice startled her.
"I built a buncha these all over the Underground for kids who were going for the Underleague challenge. It was a pun of work." Now that she wasn't so scared, she found Sans puns to be funny, though most of them seemed like a stretch.
The comedian reached over to the poles, opening the stars up. There was a tall little white string in there, she didn't even notice them before, it reminded her of those candles people would light.
He also reached into his jacket taking out...a pokeball? "Come on out slugma." Automatically now Frisk pulls out her pokedex, listening intently to the description of the new pokemon.
Slugma the lava pokemon. It is a pokemon that keeps moving, allowing the magma in its body to keep moving circulating nutrients. Should it stop moving it's body would cool and harden up.
"Whoa!" It was easy to see why it was the lava pokemon. "Hehe, people say I tend to be Sluggish when it comes to doin my job. I just Lava taking naps though. Alrighty slugma i need ya to light these lanterns here. Ember."
Small colorful flames spew out of the pokemons mouth aiming true to the little wick in the stars. Bringing forth bright warm lights of red, yellow and orange. "Come on in kids." He unlocks the door, letting them in. "Wow~!" Asriel took in the sight.
Glad to see it still looked as nice and inviting as the first time he came. The inn like place felt so much smaller to him, back when he first started his journey he felt like a pichu in a tree, everything was gigantic.
He felt so much nostalgia, he would remember him and his sister Chara living in this little safe spot for weeks. Like his mom said he didn't really want to leave home, when he was younger him, his sister, and parents lived in the Ruins, playing around and having fun.
But when they turned ten was when their parents went through the tradition of letting them go on their pokemon journey. And he hated it, at least at first. Chara was always someone who was up for an adventure so she had helped make things less scary and intent.
She always made fun of him for being such a crybaby and mama's boy. In all honesty though she understood, she was scared leaving home too. However she was always more curious then frightened of the unknown.
And with the two of them together, it made things easier. Along the way there were just so many memories made. So many friends were made and it made the both of them stronger for the better.
From the looks of it Frisk was the same way, her shyness was fading away, her caution being thrown out in exchange for the desire to see the world. Eagerly exploring the one person home with her fox companion.
It was warm, but not so much so that it felt like you were suffocating though, Frisk was more than happy to shed off her layers of extra clothes. Eve shook the remnants of melted snow off her frame, making her even more poofy then usual.
There was the main space that was like a living room, with a kitchen and bathroom connected through short hallways. "Slugma, let's get this here fireplace goin, ember."
The pokemon did as commanded, and in no time at all there was heat and light in the main area. "Aaaaaaaabbbbbrrrraaaa~" Allen teleports in front of the open flames, snuggling into the rug resting on hard sturdy wood. "An abra?" Asriel chuckles at San's expression.
"That's Frisks. She must've brought him out." Speaking of the little girl she comes running into her elder sibling holding his leg as two little furry pals come sprinting behind her.
Poochyena the bite pokemon! These canines are known for their stubborn and relentless tendencies to chase their prey. They will flee however if their prey strikes back.
Sans grin went a bit wider seeing the young miss giggling now. He never could never stand tears. From what he could see, she looked like a real contender for the league. "Cute pokemon kid. Specially Diggin the poochyena." Frisk turns to him, frowning slightly.
Asriel rubs the little dog pokemon, scratching behind their ear. "Yeah! This is the first I've seen them! When did you catch em?~" Grabbing her notebook she starts writing, lifting it high for both to see.
'But that's not mine. I found them already sleeping under the sink in the kitchen.'
Picking the poochyena up Asriel searches for a tag. "Is it a wild one?" All three jump at the door slamming open, bringing forth a a freezing gasp of air and shadowy figure!
Yelping in fear Frisk hides behind her brother, Eve standing in front of the pair baring her teeth ready to fight the intruder. Asriel on instinct holds the strangely calm dog pokemon in his grasp a tad tighter.
Who's that character...?
Sans smiles towards the towering individual. "Sup bro?" Papyrus struts in, closing the door. "YOU KNOW WHAT'S SUP BROTHER!" Dutifully the rather tall teen stomps on the snow mat, making sure not to get any snow clumps on the wooden floors.
"IT HAS BEEN A WEEK SINCE YOU DID A BATTLE WITH ME! YOU PROMISED AFTER I COMPLETED MY PUZZLES FOR NEW POTENTIAL TRAINERS THAT YOU WOULD DO ANOTHER BATTLE WITH ME. AND YET YOU NEVER CAME HOME TO CHALLENGE ME...THE GREAT PAPYRUS!"
He was huge, taller than Asriel by a good several inches, slightly tanner skin then his brother, his body practically sparkling as he posed dramatically. "Sorry bro, I was helping out a new trainer and Asriel here." Now seeing his fellow pokemon lover Papyrus claps his hands in glee.
The sound was muffled slightly due to his favorite gloves. "Oh hello Asgore's mini clone~ How are you today?" Relaxing fully Asriel lets the puppy leap from his arms. "I'm good Papyrus. I'd like you to meet someone. Come out Frisk!" Nervous the ten year old leaned out slightly out from her brothers' legs.
Stepping out fully after receiving a reassuring glance from him. Eve hopped up on her masters should as Allen teleported to her side. Before she could even offer a hello Papyrus screamed. "OH MY GOD!" His shorter sibling walked right next to him.
Papyrus being the loud man he is was unable to truly whisper as he spoke to Sans. "SANS...IS-IS THAT AN UNDERLEAGUE CHALLENGER?" Sans being the blunt man that he is simply nodded with a "Yup!" It was just the answer the taller trainer was looking for.
Because he started hopping from one foot to another, getting more and more happy. "OH MY GOD!" Frisk giggled at the silly antics, before tilting her head slightly. Quickly she wrote a message. Not even listening to Papyrus's monologue about being the best gym leader there ever was.
Gingerly she pulled on the black leggings he wore. His outfit...was pretty cool in her eyes. Black sleeves and leggings, with a white t shirt and shorts, with orange lines going down the shorts. It matched well with the long orange scarf and gloves he wore.
"WHAT IS IT CHARA'S CLONE?" Slightly confused with the nicknamed she paused, before showing him her note. "HMM? LET'S SEE...'THAT LITTLE DOGGY POKEMON HAS AN ORANGE BAG. IS THAT YOURS?" Papyrus looks at his brother, then the message, then his brother, and back.
This continued for several seconds until Papyrus swiveled around to the Poochyena, they were barking and growling slightly as they lifted the bag with a grin. Their tail wagging. "GASP! CATCH THAT MEDDLING CANINE!"
And so a great chase ensued, with Sans sleeping on the couch. "SANS! YOU'RE NOT HELPING US CATCH THE POOCHYENA!" He opens an eye to his brother. "Course i'm helpin bro. I'm stayin out of the way so you guys can catch it." Asriel and Frisk were still running after the dark type pooch.
Meanwhile Papyrus was contemplating his brothers logic. "HMMM! GOOD POINT. BUT WHY WAS THE POOCHYENA IN HERE IN THE FIRST PLACE? WASN'T THE DOOR LOCKED?" Getting awfully comfy on the couch Sans shrugs.
"Dunno. I thought it was the kids at first. Turns out to be the same one we've been dealing with." This poochyena was quite the troublemaker. They just loved messing with the residents of Snowdin...especially Papyrus.
Breaking into his house, stealing his action figures, antagonizing his pokemon. One time the wild wolf pup even managed to get into the tall seventeen year olds drawers, and flung his clothes all over the house.
It didn't matter how hard he tried to keep his things protected, that cursed pokepunk(as his friend liked to call it) always managed to come through and take his things.
The latest obsession has been Papyrus's precious long scarf. Although right now it's the bag. "Papyrus!" Asriel leans against the back of the couch, panting while taking a breather. "The poochyena made it outside! I think it's trying to bury your bag." He gasped rushing to the door.
"GIVE THE GREAT PAPYRUS BACK HIS BAG!" Frisk was only a few feet away from the gray and black beast. "Eve...try to help." Nodding in affirmative, Eve cautiously approached to the poochyena who was currently digging a hole.
A few moments of chatter between the two pokemon before Eve returned, with her prize, the snow covered orange bag. "THANK YOU SO MUCH LITTLE GIRL AND FOX!"
In joy Papyrus hugs the two, slipping his bag back on in the process. "AS A THANK YOU I THE GREAT PAPYRUS WILL ESCORT YOU TO SNOWDIN!" Frisk yawned, rubbing her eyes to keep the sleepys away. Asriel cuts in, approaching Sans's brother.
"We'd love that Papyrus, but I think it's time for Frisk to get some rest, it's been a long day."
...It's Papyrus~ to be continued
Author Notes: I love Papyrus~ So so much!
Sen: And I love that poochyena~
Mako: Haha but with that that's the end of the chapter. But after this author notes is a cute little bonus, these are just little moments that could've been in the chapter but aren't. Before that though, thank you all so much for reading! Please feel free to fav/follow/review if you like this series. Tchao for now~
Bonus 1~
It didn't matter how hard he tried to keep his things protected, that cursed pokepunk(as his friend liked to call it) always managed to come through and take his things.
The latest obsession has been Papyrus's precious long scarf. Although right now it's the bag. "Papyrus!" Asriel leans against the back of the couch, panting while taking a breather. "The poochyena made it outside! I think it's trying to bury your bag." He gasped rushing to the door.
"GIVE THE GREAT PAPYRUS BACK HIS BAG!" Frisk was only a few feet away from the gray and black beast. "Eve...try to help." Nodding in affirmative, Eve cautiously approached to the poochyena who was currently digging a hole.
A few moments of chatter between the two pokemon before Eve started helping the poochyena dig. "LITTLE GIRL! YOUR FOX COMPANION IS SUPPOSED TO BE HELPING!" Frisk sheepishly smiles, raising her notebook up for him to read. 'She is helping...she's helping the poochyena.'
Papyrus screeches in frustration, staring at the pair of pokepals, Eve growls as she reaches into the already deep hole. Pulling out some sort of book. "GASP! IT'S MY COOKBOOK! I THOUGHT I LOST THAT MONTHS AGO!" Eagerly he reaches for his recipes, eagerly reading his lost masterpieces.
Forgetting all about his bag full of money, pokeballs, medicine. "Uh bro?" Sans is shushed, Papyrus still reading. Poochyena with a satisfied bark plops the bag right into the hole. "Papyrus?" He keeps reading, even after poochyena covers his prize with dirt and snow. Frisk shakes her head.
"There goes his bag..."