Ebott Ville, Dreemmur residence, 1 year 7 months after the release of monsters and magic back in the world.
I came down the stairs, fixing my red striped black sweater and land right into the middle of a very heated conversation.
…"AS MUCH AS I WOULD LIKE TO GIVE YOU THE REASON UNDYNE, I STRONGLY BELIEVE THAT JUST BECAUSE IT HAS PINEAPPLE ON IT, IT DOES NOT MEAN THAT IT. IS. HEALTHY." Papyrus has a strained look on his face, and I can hear grumbling from Undyne.
Anyone can guess what they're talking about, because... I AGREE! Who could like pineapple pizza!?
**" Don't ask me!" Chara gags and I can't help but giggle.
"Oh come ON you bonehead! If it has vegetables on it, it's technically a half salad, half pizza. That makes it half healthy, right?! I think that it's a cool idea to get people into eating half a salad rather than having none at all!" She's not mad at him, I can tell just by how she's smiling at the skeleton.
They are just bantering again.
Before Papyrus could come up with an answer, a shy stuttering yellow monster spoke up.
"U-Um, Undyne… p-pineapple is not a vegetable it's a-actually a-a fruit." At this the fish woman turns to her yellow girlfriend, "Oh. It's confusing though, here on the surface there's a TON of different kinds of foods and plants and SO MANY NAMES AND THINGS TO REMEMBER! Thank the angel, I have the most intelligent girlfriend in this world, who knows a lot of cool stuff for me!" Undyne playfully lifts a blushing Alphys in the air, holding Alphys from under her arms.
Awwww, so cute!
"you mean a... skele-ton of new things, right?" Wait, when did Sans get here!?
"Shut it Sans, let me smooch my girlfriend!" Undyne says, and Papyrus' eye socket twitches in disapproval, but otherwise says nothing about the pun.
*Insert adorkable smooching!*
And He said, let there be smooches
**"Hehehe, dorks." Chara smiles at everyone, and I can feel her happiness from the SOUL bond. She really loves everyone.
I let my presence be known with a loud wolf whistle.
Alphys can't possibly get any redder than that!
Papyrus shakes his head as Undyne twirls Alphys around. I wish I had a camera to take a picture!
"Young man! What did I tell you about whistling inside the house?" Mom's voice comes from the kitchen.
Woops! I forgot.
"To not do it because it hurts your ears," I answer guiltily.
"Exactly, so please remember that next time you want to embarrass doctor Alphys. You can do it by other means. I'm sure you can do that, right my child?". Alphys begins to sweat heavily.
Before I could think of other ways to tease Alphys, Toriel calls from the kitchen, "Breakfast is ready, everyone!" Sans -who had been sleeping while standing up- stirs and goes to the kitchen, followed by Undyne, Alphys, Papyrus, and myself. In the kitchen, Asgore is already sipping from a steaming cup of tea.
**"That means that mom and dad are on friendly terms today." Chara's smile broadens and she floats towards Asgore.
She's right. Depending on the day, mom doesn't like to have Asgore not even one meter near her, but on other days, she likes to have his company and be civil to him.
Women.
**" Hey! That was really sexist you know! Maybe they were discussing what to do with your little show yesterday, sleepyhead."" I feel a half-hearted punch in my arm through our link.
That's… a good point. Don't get me wrong, I didn't say it to offend you, it's just… sometimes I don't know how to please her or what is making her upset or angry. Usually, I can understand people's feelings and problems but… well, I don't know how to make her happy sometimes.
**"… I know Frisk. Sometimes… it's all just" -here Chara flounders for a bit, obviously struggling- "difficult, right?" She starts to float back to me.
I let out a hum of acceptance, and let my fingers twist a stray strand from my sweater. Chara doesn't comment anymore, though she hangs around idly between me and Asgore.
The atmosphere during breakfast is friendly, and idle conversation is made about this new Mettaton movie that's coming out soon; that game that the humans seem to be preparing for, and I think I want to try it out; international statements about monster kind; and some other stuff that I'm too distracted to understand. Eventually breakfast finally comes to an end. Mom and Papyrus stand up to collect all the dishes from the table.
"Frisk? May we speak to you about what happened yesterday evening?" The king's voice rings in the room and everyone present falls silent. He folds his hands on the tabletop and stares at me evenly.
**" Awkward..." Chara you're not helping!
"I...I" I hear myself start to stutter and it's getting so hard to think. It made perfect sense in my head, but telling them made all my words jumble up.
Sans, ever intuitive interrupts me, "ooookay, cool down frisk. we're not mad at you, you know? yeah, it was a little cat-astrophic but-"
"SANS NO." Papyrus plants his hands on the table.
Leaning back in his chair, sans continues, "sans yes." Papyrus glares at Sans with murderous intent. I feel myself smile a little.
"alright, alright, paw-pyrus, you win." San's grin grows even wider, and I feel myself relax bit by bit.
"DID YOU JUST MAKE A PUN WITH MY NAME?!" By now, Papyrus' hands have curled into fists. He's probably going to shake them at Sans any minute now.
Leaning back even farther in his chair, Sans goes for another pun, "nope that's im-paw-sible."
Just for occasions like this, mom always leaves a window open so the taller skeleton can make an emergency retreat from Sans' bad puns. Mom ended up bent over the table with laughter and she seems to struggle getting enough air in her lungs.
The banter was really soothing, but Asgore seems not to be happy with how the conversation derailed, so before he says anything else I speak up with a subdued voice.
"Umm… listen. I know what I did was bad. Interfering with monster matters is not one of my duties as ambassador… at least not directly. But... at the same time, interspecies matters are. I can't tell you right now how I met Mr. Higgsbury, or why I was so sure he would not harm me, but I just ask you all to let us both explain once he's out of the hospital." I clasp my hands together, hoping they will say okay and leave it alone for now.
"Mr. Higgsbury?" Asgore raises one hairy eyebrow.
"Yeah. Dr. Wilson Percival Higgsbury, but don't call him doctor. He doesn't like it."
"Okay?" Everybody has plain confusion written on their faces and turn to one another for answers. When none comes, I speak again.
"I swear he's not dangerous. I don't know why you attacked him-"
"I did it to protect us," Asgore says, cutting me off.
My hands curl into fists, and I don't know what to say 's why I don't like speaking up, why does this always happen with adults; no one's ever listened to me since my parents...
I feel my vision blur and suddenly the table is more interesting. My soul companion is trying to soothe me and it's working, but I refuse to look up.
"Asgore. I understand that we are in a… a challenging situation, but if you interrupt Frisk when he's speaking again? You WILL regret it." Toriel speaks calmly, but I can hear the power behind her words.
Goat mom to the rescue!
Asgore gulps, and I think I see sweat start to form on his forehead. How does that work, anyways?
Chara gulps as well, and she places her hands on my shoulders.
Asgore freezes for a couple of seconds and nods slowly. "I apologize, Frisk. It's just…" He looks at his paws for a second and I face him, waiting for an elaboration but it doesn't come. "You are right," he changed his train of thought apparently, "we should go retrieve him first, and get a testimony out of him. Or Judge him, if necessary." Asgore places his paws on the table, folded neatly.
"He. Is. Innocent! He hasn't done anything wrong!" I say, almost growling.
Everyone turns and looks at me; I never let my anger show in my voice but … Mr. Higgsbury didn't deserve any part of what happened to him! All the pain he's been through, what he has suffered, the deaths…
**"W-what?!" Chara sends startled questioning waves at me.
Yeah, he knows what's like to die over and over again.
Like us.
I sigh, count to five, then speak.
"Can someone take me to the mall so I can buy some clothes for him? He'll need them for when he wakes up." I try to calm myself as the words pour through my lips slowly. Thinking about someone else's well being helps too.
I stand up to get my trusty blue and purple striped sweater upstairs. I don't look back at the shocked family I left at the table.
That was the end of that conversation.
Notes: So... Okay, the Frisk protrayed in my fic is young, he speaks and believes things that he might or might not have heard from people around him, (Like any other child his age.) So if he says "like women" or something like this is because he heard it from an adult and it's by no means what he truly feels.