A day after the incident at the zoo, Uncle Vernon comes to the cupboard under the stairs and opens the vent on the door.
"Alright, how did you do it?" Uncle Vernon scolded.
"Do what?"
"Don't play dumb with me! How did you remove the glass?"
"Oh... I," Frisk started.
"'I' what?"
"I don't know," that was an honest answer, but Uncle Vernon thought differently.
"What do you mean you don't know?" Uncle Vernon yelled, "You did it; tell me how you did it!"
"I honestly don't know! The glass disappeared and reappeared; it was like magic!" Frisk put her hands over her mouth; she had said the m-word, magic.
Uncle Vernon scowled at Frisk when she said the m-word. "There is no such thing as magic!" Uncle Vernon then slams the vent shut.
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About a week after the zoo incident, Frisk was sent back to work for a few days, and today isn't any different. While watching the bacon, as they always did, Aunt Petunia made an odd request.
"I'd usually make Dudley do this since I have no trust in you to do it; he is changing into his new school uniform, so go get the post."
"What about the bacon?"
"I'll watch it, but you'll be right back to it when you come back," Aunt Petunia then shoos Frisk out of the kitchen. Frisk walks to the letterbox in the entryway and picks up some letters; to their surprise, one has their name and address on it. It read:
Ms. F Dearborn
The Cupboard Under the Stairs.
4. Privet Drive
Little Whinging
Surrey
The most surprising thing to Frisk is how the writer knew he slept in the cupboard under the stairs. Frisk walked to the living room to see Dudley in his smart-looking school uniform, smiling grandly. Aunt Petunia was taking pictures of Dudley while Uncle Vernon was in his giant chair reading the newspaper. They had finished breakfast the minute Frisk was gone (those pigs). For now, they put the thought to the back of their mind and passed out the mail, keeping the letter addressed to them. Dudley, for once, catches on to Frisk's sneaky maneuver and takes the letter from them.
"Dad! Frisk got a letter!"
"Hey, that's mine!"
"Who would write to you?" Uncle Vernon said while Dudley passed the letter to him.
The family gathers around the letter and opens it; however, Frisk can't read it. The family slowly looks up at them in shock.
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The day goes by... eventfully
In the morning, Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia are on the porch. Aunt Petunia kisses him on the cheek.
"Have a lovely day at the office, dear."
Uncle Vernon nods and walks down the porch steps but stops when an owl, holding one of Frisk's letters in its beak.
During the day, more letters spouted from the letterbox like a geyser, infuriating Uncle Vernon, so Frisk walked as their uncle drilled at most 20 planks of wood onto the letterbox.
"No more mail through this letterbox," Uncle Vernon grumbled.
"Shoo!" Uncle Vernon exclaims while kicking the bird. Aunt Petunia motions Uncle Vernon to look up, and they both stare into the beady black eyes of owls, all with a letter addressed to Frisk.
And while Aunt Petunia was cracking eggs for a lovely pastry after dinner, a folded-up letter addressed to Frisk, which looked the same as the one from the letterbox, appeared on the plate instead of the golden-yellow yolk most eggs have. Aunt Petunia cracks another egg, another egg, and another egg, but no yolk, only Frisk's letters.
"Honey, I think the eggs have gone bad!"
"What? But we just got them last week!" Uncle Vernon yelled from the living room.
"Must've been a bad batch," Aunt Petunia assumed.
"How so?" Uncle Vernon asks, walking into the kitchen to see the commotion. He sees the letters on the frying pan, and Aunt Petunia, somewhat out of instinct, cracks another egg, only for that same letter to come out. "Yeah, it's a bad batch."
Uncle Vernon takes all the letters and the eggs to the fireplace and throws them all in, the fire doubling in size. He looks back to see Frisk walking to the kitchen, who is getting a glass of water.
"Hey! Get back in your room, girl!" Uncle Vernon ordered. He has used Frisk's female pronouns more often since their little talk after the zoo trip. Frisk raises their hands and turns back to their room.
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The following day, Frisk served cookies to everyone in the living room.
"Today is my favorite day," Uncle Vernon says, slumped in his armchair. "Does anyone know why?"
Dudley shrugs like the stupid pig he is.
"Is it because there's no post on Sunday?" Frisk replies.
"Correct, Frisk! No post! No mail! Not letters, not a single bloody letter!" Frisk looks outside to muffle Uncle Vernon's rambling to see millions of owls perched outside the house. "No, sir! Not a single blasted, miserable-" Uncle Vernon is interrupted by a letter zipping past his face, barely missing his giant nose. He looks to the source, and millions of letters blast out of the fireplace. Frisk looks in amazement while everyone else in the room looks (and screams) in terror.
"AHHH! MAKE IT STOP, MUMMY!" Dudley whines as he jumps onto Aunt Petunia's lap. Frisk tries grabbing as many letters as they can but is held back by Uncle Vernon before they can get their hands on one.
"Hey! let me go! They're just letters!"
Frisk looks at the door, and the wooden planks from the letterbox come right off, and more letters flood the rest of the house. Frisk tries to scramble out of Uncle Vernon's grip, but the overwhelming amount of fat in his arms gives him strength.
"We are going far away where they can't find us!" Uncle Vernon yells, his voice a little strained.
"He's gone insane, hasn't he mummy?" Dudley asks Aunt Petunia.
"Yes! That is precisely it!" Frisk responds in a voice muffled by Uncle Vernon's fat arms.
Author's Note:
I do not own Harry Potter or Undertale!
Hello readers! Right now the story is just fanfiction made for fun and to improve my writing, so constructive criticism is greatly appreciated. The posts of this will probably be scattered, but that is just the problem when you can only write in your free time, and you're also in the middle of school.
The story is HEAVILY based on the Harry Potter novels, so if some idea and text are repeated, sorry, not sorry. Next post, we're heading to the unnamed rocky island, so stay tuned!
See you later!