A Wicked Smile

Sick

When I opened my eyes, it was morning already. Chara was gone and I looked around myself.

When I tried to stand up, the coughing begun. It came to be so bad that I could barely move without having it..

"My god.." I covered my eyes with my hand, groaning.

Anything but spending the rest of the day in the bed!

"[Y/n]?" Somebody from the other side of the door asked, and I looked at the door.

It was my Uncle.

"Oh, good m-morning!" I said, trying to pull myself up. Was hell of a task in my current condition, but yet still I did it.

"You're looking sick." He crossed his arms over his chest. "And I think I told you about wearing warm clothes, even if it's spring."

"Don't be like that." I covered my mouth and then winced. It was really painful.

"I see.." My Uncle grabbed his phone, apparently to call somebody. "You're staying home, and I'm getting someone to look after you."

"No need! I'm perfectly fine!" While protesting, I tried to stand up. Though in result I just started coughing even more frequently, falling back into my bed.

"Of course."

He headed out of the room, closing the door.

This is going to be a long goddamn day..

Frisk's POV

While me and Mom were on the walk after I got some free time from the political doings, she headed somewhere.. Personal stuff she said?

That wasn't important, what was infact, is that I was left for myself.

That's when I heard some music.

It was a flute.. And the musician played out a great melody. When I headed towards the source of the sound, I saw a bunch of people standing around and listening to it..

It was truly amazing.

Though the show didn't last long, and the Musician left.. And here I am sitting at the bench alone again.

"Hello," Somebody from the left said cheerfully.

It was the green-eyed Musician that played his song not so long ago.

"Is this spot vacant?"

"Actually I'm waiting for someone." I responded while he smiled.

"There's always a solution!" He said, putting his rucksack down and sat down right near me before I could even protest.

"If so, I didn't invite you." I warned him.

"Mom will scold?" The musician winked at me knowingly. "Let me introduce myself: My name's Alex."

I felt blood rush to my cheeks.

"You are arrogant." I noted.

"I am pushy." He raised his finger and pointed somewhere above.

"Too confident." I smiled.

"I believe in people in general, and in myself in particular." He answered.