UnderAge
Chapter 1: Can't go straight to the bone-zone
FRIDAY, APRIL 3RD, 201X
Capital Memorial High-School, 3:35pm
Sans C Aster was a Skeleton Monster who took pride in the way he moved. He had long since perfected his casual swagger to the point it could be mistaken for a Pattern-Magic-Macro. With it, even someone of his 5ft'1 stature and stout frame could command a room. He could care less what you thought about his clothes, as evidenced by his wearing a blue parka over a wife-beater and black basketball shorts. The less said about his slippers the better. But when he walked in everyone knew it by the feeling like liquid smooth jazz was just poured down their backs. This is why so many double-taked or simply stared as he shuffled like he didn't know his own feet across the campus.
His usually calmly smiling jaw was set in an ironic rictus-grin.
His brow beat with magic in the shape of sweat.
And he only seemed to have eye-sockets for the androgynous Human sitting on a boulder near the edge of the parking-lot.
They had tan, almost yellowish skin with freckles and soft features. Their brown hair was in a ruffled mop that had at least one Cat Monster obviously twitching with the urge to groom it. Lidded eyes gave the impression of wisdom and patience, a sliver of red behind their lashes. They wore an old-fashioned blue and purple striped sweater with brown slacks, black boots adorned their feet. They were clicking away at a hand-held game-console, a satchel resting next to them on the stone.
The Skeleton finally came up next to the rock and conjured a sound like clearing a throat, catching the Human's attention away from their game. They absently hit the pause button as they turned to him, "Yes mister?" they asked, voice clear and slightly melodic in cadence. The Skeleton chuckled nervously, "uh, yeah buddy, th-the name's sans, and i was wondering if you were old enough to give out your number?" Sans spoke in his usual lowercase-Comic font with a flustered tone, eye-lights darting around as he spoke. The Human blinked owlishly at him, exposing red irises with a brown ring around the pupil.
Just as Sans was about to stutter out an apology and high-tail it they spoke, "I'm Frisk, and I'm not sure I want a boyfriend, but I could use a friend who could be more." They smiled up at him, laughter in their voice. The Skeleton's bones seemed to bend in relief, "ah, ah sure-sure. so, give you my number then?" The Human did giggle at this, "Sure," They turned to their bag and rummaged out a rather standard looking blue phone and handed it to him. Sans quickly navigated to their contacts, silently thankful the thing had the sensors to let his fleshless fingers interface with the touch screen, and punched in his digits.
As he was handing it back he tried for casual, "so, wait'n on someone?" Frisk nodded, "Yeah, bus sixteen, it'll be a while." They replied, then, "Do you like video games?" They said as they scooted over on the rock, patting the space they'd vacated as if he needed the extra hint to sit near them. Sans bled tension as he did, answering, "some, i mostly like sim and strategy games myself." He craned his spine to peer at their hand-held, "what'chu playin there?" That seemed to be the right question from the way they lit up, "It's called Beast Hunter!"
They picked up the system, a New 3DS he noted, and presented the screen to him. On it, overlaid by a text box reading "Paused", was a scene from Old World myth. A Human in colorful and ornate looking armor brandished an over sized sword and shield, opposite a massive animal bristling with spines and crackling with electricity. Frisk explained that, "You play as a Hunter of your chosen race and gender to fight giant animals. And once you beat them you carve off pieces of them to make new weapons and armor to fight even bigger Beasts!" They opened their mouth to continue, but was cut off by a quiet hissing sound making itself known.
Sans glanced down, and yep, sure enough. The outline of a raining cloud glowed in blue light on their crotch, dead-center of the open flap of their pants, indicating that Frisk was wetting their diaper. Sans tried to prepare himself for impending tears, but quickly relaxed when he saw that Frisk was still smiling. They noticed his raised eye-ridge and blushed faintly, "It's fine. I like being wet, so it can wait a while." They said as the hissing petered off, the rain cloud shifting from blue to yellow to show they were finished. Sans laughed, "i take it you ain't aiming to get out'a diapers then?" Frisk shook their head, still smiling shyly, "No, not really. I've even got enchanted ones that don't let smell out."
Sans nodded along, "so, you were say'n about your game there?" Frisk doesn't object to the change of topic, and proceeds to rattle off the mechanics and nuances of their game. This continues on to explaining how the series has changed over its installments, who makes it, and so on. All of it said with the unique energy and enthusiasm of a child explaining their favorite thing. And that's what Frisk was in the end; a child. Being a human, they couldn't be anything but.
As Sans listened, he could almost feel his expectations realigning, but his infatuation remain. He realized, if he got with them he'd have to be a parent to his partner. And, he found, he was fine with that. He blinked as Frisk trailed off, looking out at the lot. Bus sixteen had arrived. Frisk looked back to him, sheepish, "Heh-heh, that's me. Um, sorry for talking so much you couldn't get a word in." Sans chuckled, "it's fine, we can talk more over the weekend, right?" Frisk nodded happily, scooped up their bag, and hopped off the rock. Looking over their shoulder as they ran to the bus they called, "Bye Sans!"
"later Frisk!" He sent back, though they were too far away for him to catch their reaction to him capitalizing their name.