"Guys!" Yelling from Frisk's room woke about half the house.
"Whaaaaaaaaat?" Asriel whined, sitting with a soft plop at the kitchen table as the girl sprinted down the staircase.
"I swear, Frisk, this better be important," Chara growled.
But she didn't hear Chara, and was staring at Asriel. "That's where Flowey got it? You?"
"What is it, my child? Is something the matter?" Toriel asked softly, gently petting her daughter's head.
"Frisk? Are you alright?" Asgore questioned, opening the door from the bathroom.
"Oh, I'm fine. But you guys have got to check out these fanfictions!"
Audible groaning echoed through the house. "You had to wake us for this?" Asriel sighed.
"Yes! Where's Papyrus and Sans?"
"Papyrus is... somwhere doing... Papyrus things. Sans is still sleeping," the goat monster explained.
"Ugh, he always misses out. Come on, read these!"
"Hold on." Asriel said, thinking. "I just realized something. Where am I gonna sleep?"
"In my room of course." Chara said.
"But, you only have one bed." Asriel said.
"So?" Chara asked, shrugging.
"When I was a flower I stayed in a pot." Asriel said. "But I'm far too big for that now."
"You guys could share a bed." Frisk said, a mischievous smile creeping over her lips.
"That works." Asriel and Chara said, not seeing Frisk's stifled laughter.
"Chara." Asriel said, turning to his best friend. "There's something I've wanted to ask you, but since I was a flower, I couldn't ask it properly."
"What is it?" Chara asked, an idea forming in her head.
Everyone turned to Chara. He frowned, but had learned better than to yell at fanfictions for getting his gender wrong.
"Chara Darkspawn."
"Is that your name?" Asriel asked.
Chara shrugged. "Heck if I know."
Asriel said, taking Chara's hand.
Just to mess with the boy, Asriel read a bit ahead and did exactly as the fiction read.
"Will you go out with me?"
"F #$ing hell yes!" Chara said, smiling.
"Hell no," Chara groaned, frowning. Frisk burst out laughing.
"Funny, right?" She giggled. "I knew Asri would do that."
Chara glared at Asriel, who smiled.
Toriel sighed. "My daughter, I know you love fanfictions-"
"Mom!"
"but please refrain from reading such language in the future."
"Yes, Mom," she sighed. "Well, how about this one?"
"ALSO," Papyrus added. You two were next in line. The elves didn't look happy with Papyrus's yelling. "WE NEED TO DECORATE WHEN WE GET BACK! SANS, HE. WELL. HE'S TOO LAZY TO DECORATE! I HAVE TO DO IT EVERY YEAR! BUT THIS TIME I'VE GOT MY COOL FRIEND WITH ME!" You nod in agreement. You didn't mind helping someone decorate. "WOW, IT'S FINALLY OUR TURN!" The elves call you both forward and Papyrus charged ahead. The Santa looked rather shocked to see a skeleton after Halloween. He looked at you fully expecting you to sit on his lap (despite the fact you were too old to do so) but Papyrus instead made himself comfortable. It couldn't feel good to have bones digging into your leg.
Chara started giggling, quickly hushed by Frisk elbowing him in the ribs.
"O-Oh, ho! Hello!" The Santa made a valiant effort to stay in character. You were impressed.
"HI, SANTA!" The Santa surprisingly didn't wince at the yelling. You guessed that crying kids must be worse. "IT IS I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS! TELL ME, HAVE YOU GOTTEN MY LETTER YET?"
"Ah, Papyrus!" Santa cheerfully played along. You sat down in a nearby chair and kicked your feet while watching the exchange. "Of course I know you!" Papyrus looked delighted. A flush of pleasure tinted his cheekbones. "But I haven't read your letter yet. I have so many I need to look at! However, when I get back to the North Pole this evening I will make sure to read it! But..." The Santa gave him a secretive smile. "Why don't you give me an idea of what you want?"
These Santas were crafty.
"Wow, man, this sounds fun," Frisk smiled, favoriting the story. "I'll have to go back to that one later."
"hey, kid. grillby's above-ground restaurant just opened up. you wanna come wi-" Sans was walking in after his sleep. His pupils disappeared when he saw what they were doing.
"U-um, how about y-you pick the next one, Sans?" Frisk offered.
Even Chara seemed more than happy not peeping off the skeleton. Sans had caused his fair share of pain and angst. You dirty brother killer...
What a beautiful day out...
Hearing his speech once was enough to keep him from fighting him.
Slowly, the big-boned skeleton moved over to the laptop and searched one. "this one's my fav," he told her.
"Wait... you go on here?"
"sometimes."
He flinched, but the blow-
Chara started giggling again.
he was expecting was late. He cautiously opened an eye-socket... Astigmatism's jaw hung almost to the floor. His eye was fixed on the skeleton's HP bar. "...one...? Seriously... ONE!?" He burst into an unholy fit of laughter, rolling on the floor and holding his sides. "ONE HP!? HAHAHA! THAT'S SOOO PATHETIC HAHAHA!" Sans felt his cheeks grow hot. "i-i'm not pathetic! i'm still growing is all!" Astigmatism was still doubled up in laughter. "DUDE! HOW OLD ARE YOU!?" "s-six!" "SIX!" This, for whatever reason, seemed to make whatever Astigmatism was laughing at even more hilarious. He was wheezing. The tiny skeleton's cheeks were on fire with embarrassment. "m-mom said its just a phase! i'm gonna get tougher, just you wait and see!" This, for some reason, sent his bully over the edge. "Your MOM? HAHAHA! When did she say that! I didn't know dust could talk!"
Sans stopped reading, waiting everyone's reaction. They were silent, eyes wide. "Holy..." Frisk choked.
That was a low blow.
"Ya' think?" Asriel exclaimed.
Tears began to prick at the inside of his eye-sockets and threatened to spill over. "d-don't talk about my mom that way!" His right eye felt funny, but he didn't know why. By this time, Astigmatism had regained control of himself and smirked. "Oh, I'll talk about your precious mommy all I want!" He noticed the blue ring beginning to form in his victim's eye. "Oh, did I make the baby mad? C'mere and take a swing, if you've got the guts. Oh wait, you don't have any, you're just a puny skeleton!" With a cruel laugh he summoned a flurry of white rings, which spread out to surround the tiny skeleton. Sans's soul trembled in a mix of rage and fear. He didn't want to fight. His dad had always told him violence led to more violence. Fighting was forbidden, and he knew it.
Suddenly, Alphys's voice rang out across the blacktop like the voice of an angel. "Saaaannnns!" She called in a sing-song voice, "C'mere, Ice Cap showed me something super cool!" Astigmatism cursed under his breath. The rings disappeared, and so did he, but not without whispering a warning to his trembling "friend". "Tell anyone, and that pathetic HP bar of your goes from 1 to 0."
Frisk raised her hand. "Hey goat-mom, permission to say 'crap'?"
"Permission granted," she growled in that voice she usually gets when Asgore tries to act soppy.
"Holy crap that guy's a- wait... I'm not allowed to say that word. And I was nice to him!" She exclaimed.
"And that's why I killed the thing!" Chara announced.
Sans's shoulders drooped, his eye-sockets closed, nodding silently. "come on, kid. let's go to grillby's."
A/N: First story: 'Underschool' by: BatmanRules256
Second story: 'Time Marches Forward (Finally)' by: Tskui the Wolf
Third story: 'First Day of School' by: EdwardTheFullmetalMidget
Until next time, peoples! (Also, I need any puns possible because I suck at coming up with them. So, if anyone has any, please P.M. Or review them, thnx)