Lab Coats

Good morning, sunshine

Normal morning, if a bit dark. Frisk untangled themself from their mangle of sheets and pillows, wondering if other people sleep in a nest of comfort like they, or if they slept like how a child would rest a doll under the covers.

Still, it was dark in here, so they clambered up to the curtains (conveniently on the wall beside their bed), temporarily blind, courtesy of the early morning sunshine, as usual. As they turned away to regain the ability to see, something new was noticed in the room, a present, or prank, perhaps?

But... there was nothing to be seen after their sight had returned.
Odd to say the least, for obvious reasons. They still had a while before they actually had to start doing anything, so they lay back down, adapting to the light streaming through the gap between the half-open curtains. After making their pillow nest actually comfortable, they closed her eyes and tried to recall exactly what they saw, before their head started to hurt and they wanted some extra cheeky rest before anyone expected them to do anything.

At least it was the weekend, the minimum being to go downstairs for three meals a day, brush their teeth and comb their hair, though there was no need to go out as far as they were made aware, so hair wasn't a priority.

Noise of someone outside the door. Someones.
Ugh, already others awake, probably expecting them to be, too
"Ash, go away it's the weekend"
They wasn't letting their brother ruin their weekend of nothing, nor would anything else ruin it.

Through the door, they heard the voices... Well, they didn't because they stopped, but... yeah, they stopped.

"ash? who's that?"

"Wh- Who are YOU?" Frisk voiced their thoughts.

"They mustn't remember they've slept in the Underground yet, most likely they assume they're at home."

THERE'S TWO OF THEM? Wait, maybe Ash has some friends over, making silly voices or something... yeah... that makes sense.

"Ash, stop messing around and leave me alone."

People round this early in the morning.

Creeeeaak...

Of course, this is the moment that Frisk, the supposed 'eighth fallen human', who never fell anywhere other than onto their bed, (and occasionally concrete), met... Someones.

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Yeah, idk what that motif thing is, got the idea from ANinnyMouse42, who may or may no longer be an active account, but if you enjoyed this, I think you'll enjoy their fics and stories. (Or if you haven't been enjoying this, READ THEIRS INSTEAD)

Also, I'm glad I FINALLY started writing this again. How long's it been? Months?
Also, I doubt I'll be able to write chapters longer than this that are actually good, but I guess that means I can write these and get them to you guys quicker, however many or few you are.