Frisk got off of Alphys' lap and went upstairs to greet the others. Frisk walked into the living room, only to see spaghetti on the table.
"I, the Great Papyrus made you some spaghetti so you can feel better!" Papyrus sat up off the couch and handed them the spaghetti. They grabbed the plate and put the fork with the spaghetti in their mouth. It tasted indescribable. They looked at Papyrus.
"So? How was it?" Frisk nodded slowly and glanced at Flowey.
"Papyrus, how about you make more puzzles?" Papyrus looked at Flowey."Great idea!" Papyrus jogged to the back of the house. Frisk heard the door close and someone yelling. They ran to the kitchen and spit the inedible spaghetti into the white sink. They ran the water and watched the spaghetti go into the sink. They gagged.
"Well, I think I should make some actual dinner." Toriel took the plate and placed in the trash can. She walked in the kitchen and started open cabinets. She hummed and got out spoons. Frisk stared at Toriel for a few minutes, still thinking about the bullies.
"W-Well, I-I think I should g-go back to the lab." Alphys scurried off into her lab. Flowey shook out of his pot and crawled upstairs. Asgore looked around the room, realizing he was the only one here besides Undyne and Frisk. He looked at his ex-wife and got uncomfortable.
"I-I guess I should water the flowers." Asgore walked out the front door and closed it behind him. Frisk heard soft humming. They curled up on the couch and leaned their head against the head-rest. The humming of Asgore outside almost put the child to sleep.
"Hey, you okay?" Undyne's voice snapped them out of their thoughts. Frisk nodded. Undyne scooted closer.
"Come on, they're gone, and your eye is going to heal." Frisk nodded.
"Is this the first time this has happened?" Frisk shook their head vigorously and looked at Undyne.
"Do you want me to walk you home from school, from now on?" Frisk nodded and stood up.
"Alright." Undyne looked at the child. They hugged Undyne around the waist and cried. Undyne patted their back.
"It's okay, kid. Hey. I think Toriel is almost finished making dinner. Let's see what she's making." Undyne walked with Frisk into the tan-coloured kitchen. The grey pot was sizzling and had water in it.
"What are you making, Toriel?" Undyne yelled at Toriel from across the room. She turned around while still having one gloved hand on the handle of the pot.
"I am making stew. It is almost done, you two." She turned back to the pot, which was almost overflowing with boiling water. Undyne and Frisk went back to the living room. Frisk sat on Undyne's lap.
"You want to do something, punk?" Undyne sighed and ran her fingers through Frisk's hair. Frisk shook their head and shoved it into her chest.
"I'm not a fan of cuddling, but okay." They sat in silence for a few minutes, until Toriel ran into the living room.
"Undyne and Frisk, could you tell everybody that dinner is ready?" Toriel asked the two. Undyne nodded and dragged Frisk with her outside to where Asgore was.
"Howdy, Undyne and Frisk! I am almost done watering these flowers." He pointed to multiple coloured flowers in a bush.
"Are Asriel and Chara home?" Frisk looked at Asgore and sighed. They looked at the flowers Asgore was watering.
"No, they're still at their extracurricular activities."
Undyne and Frisk walked inside to tell Dr. Alphys in her lab, and Flowey, who was upstairs sleeping in Frisk's room. Asgore walked inside with Asriel and Chara. Undyne and Frisk walked down and greeted everybody. They told Asriel and Chara about what happened earlier. Sans stumbled down the stairs and almost tripped a few times. He landed face-first on the wood floor.
"Sans! Get up, you lazy-bones!" Sans turned onto his back and pulled on the railing. He walked into the kitchen to get his food. Everyone was chattering about their jobs and life. Frisk and Chara brought their food through the living room and upstairs to their room. It was medium-sized. The walls were lime green. The floor was light-coloured brown wood. Two beds were pushed into the back corners facing each other. The wood was white and the bedspread was purple. Two pillows were on each. In the middle, there was a small white dresser and a blue lamp on top of it. A blue and purple rug was in the middle of the room. There was a white ceiling fan above the rug. There were two white closets on the left side of the room next to each other. Frisk sat on the left bed, while Chara sat on the right.
"Why didn't you just beat those kids up?" Chara asked. Frisk glanced and gave them a dirty look. They rolled their eyes. Chara focused on their mashed potatoes. They mixed their corn and mashed potatoes together and ate in silence. Frisk finally spoke up.
"I only hurt people who deserve it."
"Who deserves to be hurt?"
"My adopted parents." It fell deathly silent. Chara decided it would be best not to ask about them. They brought their plate downstairs to the sink and returned in the room. Frisk shortly followed after.