Surface Tale

A Real Family

Frisk sat at the front of the school, not really doing anything except waiting. The day was over. It was time to go home. They would walk like they usually did, but today they wanted someone to take them home. They rubbed her arm, which was thankfully covered by Their pink and blue sweater. One of the school staff pushed her way through the crowd of children and came to the entrance of the campus.

"Frisk Dreemurr!" She shouted.

Frisk stood up and walked over to her. "A skeleton is here to pick you up. I assume you know which car is his?" The woman said softly.

Frisk only nodded and signed 'Blue Family Car'.

The woman nodded with a small smile and signed a response. 'Yes. That's right. He's around the front of the school.'

Frisk smiled a decent sized smile and signed a quick 'Thank you!' Almost excitedly.

Frisk walked through the crowd of children and headed to the sidewalk that led to where her ride was waiting.

"Are to going to tell them?" the voice of their ghostly companion, Chara, spoke. They appeared next to Frisk.

Frisk was the only person that could see and hear the ghost child. Frisk shook their head in response to their question.

"Why not?! You shouldn't let that asshole get away with this!" Chara growled out of concern.

Frisk just shook their head as if to say "Violence isn't the answer." Chara groaned and crossed their arms. They floated next to Frisk angrily for the next few moments.

Finally, after what felt like a life time of walking, but was in reality only five minutes, Frisk reached their ride. A familiar blue hooded skeleton was waiting outside the car. They spotted each other.

"Heya kiddo." The skeleton greeted.

'Hey Sans' Frisk signed back.

"How was your day?" Sans asked as he stopped leaning against the car.

Frisk shrugged in response to his question. 'It was okay' They signed.

The child opened the back seat of the car and got in. They set their backpack down on the seat next to beside them. Sans got in the driver side a moment later. "Well. You don't look like a trash bag, kiddo, so why are you do down in the dumps?" He asked.

Frisk giggled at that, their bad mood brightening a bit. Frisk hated lying. Especially to Sans. So they decided to tell him a half truth.

'Linda being her usual self. I'm just a little frustrated with her is all' Frisk signed. This was true. But that's not what was bothering them. At least not all of it. Sans could feel that something was up, but decided to leave it be. Prying would only hurt them both.

"I could always give her a Bad Time..." Sans trailed off.

'No. It's not like she's a murderer. Can we stop talking about this and get going please?' Frisk signed.

"Alright, alright," with that, Sans started driving home.

Frisk waved their hand in the view of the mirror when Sans was stopped at a stop sign. 'Radio! Please?' They signed before making a cute puppy face.

"Heh. Sure thing kiddo." Sans said before turning the radio on and tuning it to a random station. Which happened to be the news station.

"The Biter has once again struck indiscriminately. Four-"

"Ugh, nope." Sans cut off the radio and set it to the best station he could find.

"Shot through the heart and you're to blame! You give love! A bad name!"