Chapter 3:
Rooftop Pillow Fight?
Okay! So this is a repeat chapter. Something I really had to root out of my memory to write. I might have made stuff up toward the end, though. What I mean is that this is a chapter from the original, a filler of sorts. Not the best quality plot-wise, but a little fluff is always welcome, especially when I'm having trouble finding the time to write an actual chapter. Anyways, I hope this does enough to convince a lot of you that I'm not idling or treading water. I haven't forgot about the story, so there's no need to worry about me vanishing or leaving this thing dead in the water with stab wounds. Sorry, talking out of my ass again. Didn't catch too much sleep, but hopefully I'll be able to write this with some degree of quality. With all that said, enjoy.
Frisk laid on her back while the soft bed followed the curves of the small of her back, indenting to accommodate for the shoulder blades and full tush while her arms and legs shot out in each direction spread-eagle. She couldn't sleep like this, so it was unquestionable that she was, in fact, wide awake, pondering on today's- or rather yesterday's- activities and events. She thought on Sans' suspicious behavior and Asriel's detachment from reality as his gaze frequently went blank with thought more than most other things.
Frisk's ears were sensitive from the long silence, so the sound of Asriel suddenly turning in his sheets were almost as deafening as a gunshot. She heard him toss a bit more before finally settling at what must be a comfortable position.
"You can't sleep, either?" She asked out of the blue into the pitch black darkness surrounding her.
"No…" A voice answered from the abyss, that low-yet-not-deep voice of a pubescent young monster confirming Frisk's suspicions on Asriel's state of consciousness. "... You?" He asked, knowing it was a stupid question, but he was desperate to fill the silence.
"No." Frisk shifted her right side over her left slightly so that both her arms were outstretched in front of her, reaching into the black while her right leg crossed over her left slightly.
A yawn echoed from across the room. Asriel was tired, as was Frisk, but they were just too engrossed in their wandering heads' exploits to let their consciousness slip even an inch.
"You wanna get up?" Frisk asked groggily. "Walk a little? Help us settle a bit?" She offered.
Asriel took a deeper breath, but not a dramatic one. He sighed quietly before shifting to a sitting position, letting his body answer Frisk's question rather than words.
The two walked out of their room in their pajamas and hoodies to protect against the elements, went down a small line of stairs before arriving at their back door. The departed from the house and almost walked a half circle before something dawned on Asriel. "Where are we going?"
"The roof." Frisk answered nonchalantly. "It helps me think, clears my head." Frisk spoke as she mounted a strange, seemingly random ladder on the side of the house. She didn't progress up, though. Rather she settled at the foot to allow herself and Asriel to shake off the exhaustion and fatigue before catching any sights they might be too tired to appreciate.
"Seems a little… Dangerous?" Asriel replied after what felt like a rather long pause, probably shorter than it felt as the crickets' chirps seemed to amplify any and all idleness in their conversation.
Frisk shrugged. "Probably, but it doesn't feel that way if you stay away from the edge." She explained. "C'mon, you'll see." She was already a touch more talkative, indicating she was already starting to wake back up to a small degree.
Asriel followed both with the waking up and with mounting the ladder. As soon as he pulled himself over the first rung, he looked up to get a facefull of Frisk's rear end as his nose grazed one of her cheeks, forcing on a blush so tremendously powerful, blood began to dribble out of his nose. He turned his head to the side to allow the small trickle of crimson fluid to hit the ground rather than his treasured hoodie and to avoid catching any extra glimpses, especially if Frisk wears her pajama pants as loose as her hoodie. It might slip and- oh, God, why was he still dwelling on it?
He kept his head to the side and down even after the brief bloody nose subsided, but just as he gained a little distance from the ground, another phobia had introduced itself, not quite as juvenile as his fear of needles but still a rather powerful one. "Heights." He mumbled begrudgingly under his breath so as not to allow Frisk to hear.
Given the choice of looking up or down, even for just a few more conflicted moments, the goat boy's fear of heights outweighed his fear of getting punched for getting caught 'peeking.' With a gulp of dry air, he looked up to a pair of two full moons bulging through the sweatpants as the angle of Frisk's legs stepping on the ladder caused the waist to cling to her soft-looking rump. He felt tormented by the primal urges swelling in his chest, but Asriel was too afraid to look down. Geez, this phobia has got to go before it causes any real problems.
He even noticed that each step up the ladder made Frisk sway her hips seductively. God, was she doing this intentionally? No, she'd be looking over her shoulder to give him a look if she was. She was bad at hiding when she was teasing, so Asriel guessed this was just the way she moved- how long is this ladder?! He interrupted his own thoughts and perceptions of Frisk's more frisky features.
As if on cue, Frisk finally reached the top of the two story house after what felt like ages of the classic carrot-and-stick tease of the ladder. Asriel breathed a loud sigh of relief. Yeah, that was definitely a sight to hopefully forget.
Frisk turned around after she conquered over her final rung on the ladder and noticed Asriel's bloody nose when he was finally standing upright and looking her in the eye.
"Oh, I'm sorry." Frisk spoke up through her grumbly grogginess. "Did you hit yourself or something? I can lend you my hoodie if-"
"That's not necessary!" Asriel almost yelled as he interrupted her, startling even himself. That encounter really did leave him tense. "I-I mean, I'm fine, thank you." He wiped his nose with his long sleeve shirt after he pulled back the sleeve of his hoodie. The shirt was black, so the red wouldn't be as noticeable as it would on bright green.
"Okay." Frisk shrugged, catching onto how he seemed a bit more awake now already. She plopped her bottom on a collection of tiles on the roof as she looked over the rest of the growing monster settlement. The town, the suburbs, and even the more sparse villages were all glowing if but for a few moments before lights started to die, one by one, only to be replaced just as quickly by another. It was like the lights on a Christmas tree.
Asriel didn't even realize he was sitting down until the light show paused, as some lights remained on, while others flicked off.
"Shift changes." Frisk explained. "I like this time of night because second shifters are coming home while third shifters are waking up and getting coffee and stretching out their bedsores from oversleeping. Been there, and it sucks."
Asriel looked over at Frisk to see the lights reflecting off her slightly dilated eyes. She immediately averted her gaze downward, almost shyly. Asriel followed her sight as though there was a line being drawn to show where it was leading. He followed it to his hand where he realized that in his trance of watching over the city, Frisk had absentmindedly covered his hand with her own.
Frisk seemed to notice this at the same time as Asriel and she recoiled her hand back sharply enough to grab attention, but subtly enough to illustrate caution. Her cheeks seemed to burn a shade of red while she shifted her weight and she tried to play it off by looking back to the now less interesting lights.
"L-let's head inside?" Frisk asked in a foreign tone of voice.
"Nah." Asriel shrugged. "The fun part's just starting." He started mysteriously.
"W-what?" Frisk jumped anxiously. "What do you mean?"
Rather than speak, Asriel boldly approached Frisk as he unzipped his hoodie, disrobing an article of clothing as revenge for the ladder stunt that he had a sneaking suspicion was intentional. He could practically feel the heat radiating from Frisk's beat red face, his own blush painting his cheeks jolly red in kind. He continued his approach, empowered by this until he was almost nose to bloodied nose with Frisk. Just as she began to melt in his gaze into a swoon, he clobbered her over the head with his hoodie that she had failed to notice he was transforming into a weapon.
"W-what the Hell?!" Frisk was frozen still in shock until she noticed Asriel's carefree and innocent smile plastered on his face as though the devilish and suggestive one was never there.
The prince twirled his hoodie with his hand menacingly until Frisk realized what had just happened. She returned his smile and took off her own hoodie and began to return the gentle and playful beating, giggling and laughing like a pair of little kids. "Hoodie fight!" They whisper shouted into the night.
That rumble continued for a good ten minutes before the pair realized they were actually putting themselves in considerable danger doing this on a slanted roof.
Just as Asriel raised his weapon for a killing blow, Frisk shot out her hands in surrender. "We should get inside." She explained. "It's getting cold and we don't want to slip up here."
"Aww…" Asriel jokingly groaned even if he agreed with Frisk's reasoning. "Buzzkill." He chuckled.
"Yeah, yeah." The brown haired girl giggled in kind.
They mounted the ladder once more, Frisk taking the initiative as she went down first. They took a few rungs down before Frisk spoke. "Hey, Azzy?" Asriel replied with a hum. "Nice ass." She chuckled and nearly keeled over laughing when she saw a small drop of blood fly by as the prince's blush brought about another nasal fit.
They slept easy that night and awoke with new things to ponder over.
Whew, my fingers almost hurt from cram-typing this chapter in the hour I was on. Sorry if it's a little low quality and more than a little suggestive, but I was almost copying an old chapter from the archives of my forgetful ditzy brain. Anywho, reviews- err, review… Yay! LilSammyt said "Great Chapter. It is a really smooth transition from the last chapter and does a great job with setting up future chapters. You have always done a great job with making Sans very mysterious, at least more than usual. Looks like lazybones is scheming up a plot once again xD. Whelp, gotta go so see ya later ;)." Thanks! I didn't realize making Sans mysterious was one of my skills, but I'm proud to have it. Thanks for reading and reviewing, Sammy. Again, hope to see more of you and anyone else reading. So, this is the only review I got- not that it's a bad thing or that I'm not appreciative- but if anyone else posted anything and it didn't go through, please repost! I love input, I'm like friggin' Johnny 5. Need more input! Anyone who gets that reference, you are a hero to me. But yeah, please review, PM, whatever. I want to hear all of the thoughts everyone has to say, you can even post anonymously and I will respect that. Anyways, that does it for this chapter, see you guys around, and again, can someone tell me who Kitten is and where she originated from? Is that a thing from the vanilla game that I missed or what? I found more than a few references to this character when scrolling through the fandom. So, yeah. Have a good one and I'll be back with the next chapter. Peace!