Hello, Frisk.
...
Do you remember me?
The one who helped you gain a lot of LOVE. Who gave to strength and power by the sheer force of your- our DETERMINATION. We killed them, do you recall? And we loved it. We loved hearing the screams, showing the dust to their loved ones... and torturing them over and over. Here's a fun memory; it's the one you loved the most. Remember Papyrus? That big oaf spared you immediately and what did you do?
Shut up shut UP SHUT UP-
You killed him. Let's not take all the credit, though. WE killed him. Don't you miss the fun? The dust on your hands, the knife glistening perfectly with a skeleblood... Ruining timelines wherever we go?
NONONONOno...
Well new flash, Frisky.
I'm still here.
You were moving around too much. You knew that because Sans and Papyrus were frantic in waking you up. You were screaming, but no voice came out. It was always how the nightmares nearly ended.
Only this time, she spoke to you directly. It wasn't a memory. You resumed your panic at that thought.
"Kiddo you need to take a deep breath." Sans said, holding you by the shoulders. He was the first one to wake up, you noticed, as Papyrus was still panicking by his spot in the big bed cushions. "Kiddo... Frisk!"
You paused in your hyperventilation at the mention of your name, and take short breaths to steady yourself. You felt Sans' grip loosening once he saw you're ok, and eventually letting go. You weakly gave a thumbs up sign and a small smile, saying you're okay. Sans didn't believe it, for his eye sockets were slowly turning dim. You expected that.
Papyrus, however, was glad, immediately running towards the kitchen.
"THE GREAT PAPYRUS IS GOING TO MAKE BREAKFAST SPAGHETTI FOR THE HUMAN. SANS HELP HER CALM DOWN AND.." He saw a stray sock near the cough, "UGH! PICK UP YOUR SOCK!" Then he was gone, leaving you two alone in the living room. You could have sworn that you heard Papyrus mutter 'scandalous' before he completely disappeared in the kitchen.
"Sans?" You whisper, not trusting your voice. He was still on top of you, in the cushy beanbag bed. He noticed this, and immediately went up and headed toward the couch, sitting down and patting the space next to him. You followed suit, taking the offered space and still not saying a word.
"Kid, I gave you your time yesterday." He started, his eye sockets still not having their cheerful glow. "What's wrong?"
"N-nothing!" You stutter, "It's just a bad dream..."
He sighed, "It's obviously a bad dream, kid. But what made it happen?" The way he emphasized that word gave you chills. He was still staring at you weirdly, like trying to see some hidden secret... oh.
"It's really nothing," You reassured him, but he still wouldn't budge. You could feel your sins crawling up your back, and the edges of your vision turning red.
Stay like that, Frisk... Lower your defenses...
"NO!" You yelled, startling Sans and making him literally jump out of the couch. "Ah.. No-nothing!" Thank goodness he landed on the beanbag bed. "I... I... I need to go and retouch!" You yelped before sprinting away to the restroom and locking it soon after.
Sans looked at the bathroom door, worry in his bones. It was the first time that Frisk had done that, although he didn't even make any skeleton puns yet.. nor show his anger. This isn't turning out to be the best morning that he had thought of. Rubbing the back of his skull, he cautiously headed towards the said door, knocking on it twice.
"Knock knock?"
He waited. He could hear a light yelp before responding.
"...Who's there?"
"The door."
He could faintly see his small audience tilt their head. He bit back a chuckle; laughs weren't until the punchline!
"The door who?"
He waited, and leant cooly at the door. He could feel his calmness coming back to him, one bone at a time.
"The door is locked. That's why I knocked."
He could hear the audible sigh from the bathroom. He smiled, it wasn't the best he had for doors but then it made the kid better.
"Knock knock."
Frisk responded a bit earlier this time.
"Who's there?"
"Soar."
"Soar who?"
They were genuinely curious. His grin got a little wider.
"Soar you gonna open the door or not?"
Another sigh, but then a light chuckle. Sans was feeling it now!
"Knock knock."
"Who's there?"
"Howl."
"Howl who?"
He paused... for dramatic effect. He added in a wink. He knew the kid wouldn't see it anyway but it contributed to the atmosphere.
"Howl you know unless you open the door?"
Ba dum tss.
The door still didn't budge. He shrugged, his spirits- and he knew theirs- were a lot higher now. "Fine kid I'll be in the kitchen. You know, to pasta time away." He backed off, his permanent grin relaxing as he heard the small laughter as he walked away.
You couldn't help but sigh, smile, and laugh at the same time at those puns. They were just so punny you couldn't help yourself. In fact, it's making the redness at the edges blur away.
You guessed that Chara wasn't a punny character.
You pinched yourself twice for good measure. It was two more than the usual times you pinch yourself in a day (you wasted those two last night remember?), and you couldn't help but worry about this. You have a feeling that it'll escalate sooner or later, and you dread the day it happens. You could feel Chara inside you laugh sinisterly, before you push her back down into a mental prison that you made out of imaginative bones.
You opened the door, and went into the kitchen to find...
Papyrus and Sans with spaghetti sauce on their bones, and a nice pot of.. lasagna? That was different. Papyrus was fuming- and not fuming at the same time as he stared at the new type of pasta before him. Sans was looking like himself, as always. He looked at you, and then to the pasta and his brother.
"Pap here didn't buy the right noodles. It was an impasta." You roll your eyes, grinning as you took a clean cloth from the rack and wiped the mess on the table. Aside from the bones, the top of the table was also covered in tomato sauce and meat bits. "I turned it to lasagna instead."
You nod in understanding as you took a seat. The table was now clean, and the cloth (and their bones) was the only thing that was covered in sauce now. Sans went ahead and took some plates and forks using his powers. You could see his eye socket glowing a faint cyan. You smiled, accepting the offered plate and took a slice of the lasagna using a fork.
They still won't let you touch the knives.
It was fair.
"HUMAN. THE GREAT PAPYRUS IS QUITE SORRY FOR GIVING YOU AN IMPAST- SANS!" He yelled as he noticed the pun, making the shorter skeleton laugh lightly.
"You liked it bro."
"I DID AND I HATE IT!" He coughed, turning back to you to continue his speech. "SIGH. ANYWAY. INSTEAD WE (SANS) MADE SOME LASAGNA. I HELPED WITH THE SAUCE, HOWEVER! SO THERE IS STILL A BIT OF THE GREAT PAPYRUS' TOUCH." He beamed, feeling proud of himself.
You took a chunk of your pasta, blowing it before taking a wary bite. You were used to Papyrus' "delicacies". This was made by the other skeleton. You weren't that choosy but better safe than sorry. You didn't want to die of food poisoning; you still don't want to die at all.
You could taste the familiar tomato... and now cheese, and a soft layer of pasta after pasta, layered with meat, cheese, peppers and the like. Sans was looking at you expectantly.
It was great! You smiled, taking another bite before giving the skeleton brothers a thumbs up. This was the best pasta you've ever had, and it's not even from the surface. You were impressed. Very impressed.
The three of you now dug in the meal, Papyrus enjoying himself more than he thought he should. He applauded Sans for the excellent work, deeming it close enough (but still not quite) to match his caliber, and just needs a little bit more of his 'secret sauce'. Sans nodded, taking bites of his own. You could see that he was also proud of his work. Can Sans cook other dishes? You ponder.
After the Lasagna was finished, you and Papyrus were left to do the dishes. Sans managed to sneak out immediately after running, making his brother yell at him but played it off. He always avoided work; you were used to that. You were the one washing the dishes in the smaller sink (the main sink was too tall so Sans made a smaller one specially made for you- it was probably for this purpose) while the taller skeleton cleaned it up and placed it all in the cabinets.
"SO HUMAN. AFTER THIS YOU BETTER READY YOUR... WHAT DO HUMANS CALL IT? WATER EQUIPMENT? FLOATING TIRES?"
You briefly explain the concept of swimsuits and summer gear to the poor, confused skeleton. It the time was right (it currently is), today was the start of the summer season. You didn't have much summer gear apart from a summer themed outfit (because obviously sweaters are not the clothes to have a good time) and a bucket. Papyrus nodded, and continued.
"SWIMSUIT, THEN. UNDYNE HAS PLANNED A BEACH OUTING FOR ALL OF US. SO IT'S YOU, SANS, ALPHYS, UNDYNE, AND OF COURSE, THE GREAT PAPYRUS. WE ALL NEED TO GO IN THIRTY MINUTES AND MEET THEM AT THE ENTRANCE. WE COULD RIDE IN MY CONVERTIBLE!" He smiled, grabbing his keys from a seemingly non existent pocket and dangling it as if it was his precious.
You smile; an outing with them seemed great! Wait.. You paused, remembering the little bruises in your arms. You need to find some long sleeves first. You immediately excused yourself to go to your room and search for some summer-related long sleeved shirts, at the very least.
There were thirty minutes before you all head out, and the hunt for the perfect clothing fills you with determination.
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AN:
Guest - Yeah I imagined Pap as sorta like BlackStar too XD Although more polite and definitely smarter. ;3
Things will turn random (and definitely working on those puns) in later chapters. They might escalate, they might not. The actual plot will be introduced next time, though. Sorry if it's... slow? I'm sometimes running out of words.
}:D Here's a happy face smiley in compensation. Tilt your head to the left and it's goat mom!